Wednesday, March 30


We look out the window and see brown geometry, mortar and asphalt. Without thinking, we reach to answer the ring in our ear. Blink twice for clarity. Behind us, beyond the plate-glass, the day dissolves into black without so much as a hiss to let us know the air is escaping. We stare at bright screens as our retinas fray. We wonder where all the words went. Where all the worlds went. How things once so easy can now be so infuriating. How pronouns can be abused so carelessly. Why distance turns us all into fools.


Blogger phallicpen said...

That's lovely, the Linners.

Are you sad?

Thu Mar 31, 09:12:00 AM  
Blogger theogeo said...

Thanks, polly prissy pants.

Fri Apr 01, 01:46:00 AM  
Blogger theogeo said...

And no, I'm not really sad. Just waxing nostalgic. Pshaw!

Sat Apr 02, 10:20:00 PM  

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