7/25/2006, 7:41 PM

the sewer prays to the sea

because letting it out is the only thing i can do today that feels good. beneath the notice of community collects infection on the fly implying, jointly with impunity, immunity this secret seeping stream of consciousness the septic subtext of the dream makes all the hubris of humanity profanity within the vaulted hollow monument the bloated bowels of stone belie the baals and demigods who never meant the tainted tides to rise so high and by the wayside leave their legacy, the undigested rest, in peace, the bright mirage to which beliefs belong a siren song there is no blame in the bacteria i feel the flora and the fauna flow but i’ve lost the love of this listeria this is my chance to let it go of sorrows drowned and damned deliver me and river me