Friday, March 4, 2011

The Community

The community has one desire:
To be a community.
To commerce around desire,
To commiserate.

We often talk of communal
Living, of design spaces
That are white and stretch
Infinity out across

The community like
A death sheet.

Like beds. Like weak
Arousal. Like
The infrastructures

Of masochism. Like moons
That resolve age-old
mathematical jokes.

Cuckoo. Cuckoo.

Remember me?
I walked across the grocery store
Parking lot to talk to you
and you told me
I was a good person.
A very good person.
I am such a good, good person.

All ashy, I called myself
community giving.

The community lectures
To cross
Out specific spots

Where uncleanness
Comes into

Spots such as: the moon, the sun,
Orchids, crematoriums.

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