Sunday, August 10, 2014

DAY POEM by Mel Nichols

DAY POEM By Mel Nichols and what happens in the second episode I do not wish to be airborne like this dreaming of eggs and the Japanese flag at the end they gave us a chess set nucleus of the individual in productive tension with the collective expanse of white and here we are again at the breakfast table only eating to get to the prize and delicious agonizing hours of daytime network television city in a tiny box remembering like newspapers

No comments: