Saturday, March 12, 2011


You’re describing yourself and you don’t even know it.
Every word can be turned around;
they’re each of the three fingers
pointing back at you.

Every time I look out at the highway and see all of the cars,
and think about all of the people in all of the cars,
handling giant machines and thinking they’re so special,
I smile.
We’re silly things.

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