My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


no product

we were foolish to think that
anything could ever of been clean
not product produced comes clean
ever thing from the earth on up is dirty to us
filled with micro germs
haunted with visions of miniature malls of disease
clustered together conspiring to maim or worse


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