The Poetry Of.
Gary Angelusi..............................................
'n'
i look at the lightning
in the 'n' in
netscape, and i see me
losing it.
shocked back to sanity, and
losing it again. if this unstable e
z
board is lost
this frequently, then
how will i do, fractured into so many me's, and
daily, hole
lee shit, i mean it's the least i can do
to get up
get dressed get it partly together, then
give it up, give up this ghost
for good. each day is
like walking into a mirage: i shimmer
through the
pictures
grave disappointment
had i
known
with what turncoat
ability, you would, like a welp,
whine
skittering back: too far,
and just a
page
you roamed off
center
i wouldn't have
wasted my
time; some forms of brain
washing
can happen so com
pletely, there's hardly room to
bother poi
nting out a win
dow while it's
open
ing; too
far
far
gone for dis
course
some
will not
ride
a
different
coloured
horse, it's
true
Aftermath
Well
Easter
hoopla's over. Now the one from
Galilee, the major box office smash, the gores, the gash
that had the audience melodramatically tear
ing up and
praying again,
His season's gone. And all of us
still carrying crosses, fighting wars, biting
off our legs to get
out of
traps, we have to stay and bear our
crucifixions daily. He got off. Three
hours---it was done.
