Toothache :)

I want to write an ugly poem about it that is fully artificial a temporary edifice in broken verse I want to reinvent every word to prey and rape the makers of my pain I want to kill the little man who reads the pain to me turn off his sound and wait and see

Subway station

I imagine feeling elated when I walk in the underground concrete counting irksome smiles and turnstiles breathing bubbles into transient thoughts that need not be fierce and piercing I imagine yellow trains leaving on the lower levels that connect the shopping and further I imagine electric voices barking liberation from melting speakers and all the


You want to stare into the abyss. You imagine you will discover something there, a boisterous polysemiotic laughing that reverberates against your high temples. You want to plough into new and unique territories uncontaminated by other intellects and you realize it is the fervor of your fear that strangleholds you: the others! the others! They