Friday, August 14, 2009

Existential Orgasm

Hooray! The Doomsday cards have all been dealt
and you’re left numb and slumping, soul unfelt,
in some faint simulacrum of a life
in which your heart is husband to the wife

of an abyss. At last! What bliss!
Dismiss! Let go!
Mow down the weedy yard
and find the virtue in the vacancy!
Now you can exercise some agency.


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