I’m divorcing myself from the campaign
for the estranged echoes of widely dispersed echoes
and the emancipation of speeding fines

I want to resign into the stanzas
from those fork-bearded faces
buried in the sub-concious flora
of commerce

They could rectify disgust
and find themselves
and echo what was never theirs
and still keep themselves free

1:41 am  •  12 January 2012  •  3 notes