unborn

unborn children sing this song
doo dah doo dah

void

the void is annoyed

iGod

i'm getting an iGod -- so i can zone out and pray on the subway

poem

The unknown is not a place to store light.
And storing is hiding.

Down a passage too bright to see
And wondering where are relations and claims.

In thirty years will it still hold the shell it does
Will that shell compound the shell it holds

Except legally, nothing is holding anything else but points
To another claim on something else

And back to what must be repaid, which must repay what claims it.

future

in the future, the imagination-impaired will lock up the surrealists

what

What part of __________ don't you understand?