homeshotchronicledemailed

 

(de)construction

 

burn the robes the books the philosophers.

from the deck of a great blue barge,

fling their ashes out to sea

and

(in utter unceremony)

undo the silence.

 

shriek the urns to rubble

howl the stained glass down from the alters

rasp the collection plates into jagged fragments.

 

life is less

than

leather-bound and monogrammed, less than

impregnated culture swollen with humanity BRE

AK IT DOWN­_

 

 

we are carbon & light

 

jonathan d baker 9 29 04

dog asleep on the couch

10,000 feet above the surface of the earth

(de)construction

there is no justice in medicine

trailblazers

i could not make you better

body cavity