Monday, July 29, 2013

the oxymorons in action


you are supposed to act
naturally, in the most random order,
and bring out the original copy
of that painting which was found
missing, true myth, sweet agony,
growing smaller as pretty cruel's
only choice

what a conspicuous absence
alone together with the crowd
beautifully painful running slowly
as though you are a walking dead
appearing invisible in that tiny
elephant suit as an unpopular
celebrity waiting in a short while
in our criminal justice system

old news, that deafening silence
with a certain definite possibility
which has terribly pleased the
student teacher of the small crowd
breathlessly loose tights,
and hence so clearly
misunderstood.

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