Sunday, August 28, 2011

The stye is no ordinary stye







































If I were a Self Portrait,
with a stye along my glare.

Its not like I don't remember how to think anymore, I just don't remember to remember what I think and am incapable of recording it now. I sit blue throated surrounded by blueteeth.
How do you even say that really. Bluetooths?

1 comment:

holocaust poet said...

This is so beautiful that I want to lick it.