Monday, December 10, 2007
nausea
an ode to annabel chong
A cleaver in her hand; one man's meat
in the other; fiddling with poison: she's
like Titanic; hearts and violas flounder-
wailing elegies- as she sinks; into that
world of
pushing pass the hours;
of graveyards and assembly lines;
sing-song her escapades; for/because
boredom takes us all to new heights;
While she was laid to wake that night-
it must have been comfort to know-
she was dying no virgin tonight-
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:32 pm
an ode to annabel chong
A cleaver in her hand; one man's meat
in the other; fiddling with poison: she's
like Titanic; hearts and violas flounder-
wailing elegies- as she sinks; into that
world of
nightmares and men;
flashlights or discotheques;
pushing pass the hours;
of graveyards and assembly lines;
251 acts they say; 70 men; these
statistics are cited. ad nauseam:
yet He is not last to hum Her woes;
sing-song her escapades; for/because
boredom takes us all to new heights;
While she was laid to wake that night-
it must have been comfort to know-
she was dying no virgin tonight-
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:32 pm
