Friday, August 10, 2007

The Capacity

If you have this capacity to continue to read words
then it is possible you are reading this now.

I am as well, though I am writing this--and this word,
which is word, and which is word.

It is so stupid that you wonder to what extent
you are inbred and made of a type of dough
that continues to rise, despite the limitations of regular dough.

Instead, you don't acknowledge the normal order
of things
and seek to disturb the universe by making things up.

It is not the way to feel terrific or become happier.
It is like a loose louse.

I mean the bullshit in these letters.
I mean all these letters.