Dust Storm

Mon, 04 May 1998 08:38:57 CDT

dust storm forms in room as he gets carried away with the cloth
and forgets the enddust it swirls unfurls curls around his
head he sneezes creating breezes wheezes pleases the court
of the crimson hanky as it drips from his nose he knows he
needs to tilt his cranium his brain- He -um- forgets to dust
after that moves on to vacuum but the bag has been full for
months the burning dust smell fills the room its sort of
pleasant oddly enough or is it by association with the first
hoover that your mother wheeled proudly around in front of the
seven inch black and white later you watched the stones on
Ed Sullivan seated at little tinny tv trays on spindly legs
tried to saw the salisbury steak without spilled milk dont
cry because those days are gone what was so wonderful
anyway? remember the scares hide under the stairs McCarthy
fun fairs see the marked man leap through flaming hoops we
will bury you oh yeah we will incinerate you we will
incarcerate you oh yeah we will objectify you we will de-
quantify you on and on where did we find those guys leading
us in temptation delivering us from level 3 code
yellow 24 hour alert flirting with disembodiment disestablishment
dissemblage disappearance dissolution dust storms

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