1.
His soft neck.
Put wires
all the way around it
and pull.
2.
I see glass in the road next to trash,
take a piece
and
make it hot over a running engine,
look for the sky in André's
stomach,
wear gloves
and hold the glass
and dig.
3.
André has
so many bones
under his skin,
make all of them come outside.
4.
See how much water he can breathe and don't stop.
5.
Put him on a sidewalk in the Pearl District,
paint him black or ******** or crack-addict
and leave him there,
watch the crowds watch him
away.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
1.
His soft neck.
Put wires
all the way around it
and pull.
2.
I see glass in the road next to trash,
take a piece
and
make it hot over a running engine,
look for the sky in André's
stomach,
wear gloves
and hold the glass
and dig.
3.
André has
so many bones
under his skin,
make all of them come outside.
4.
See how much water he can breathe and don't stop.
5.
Put him on a sidewalk in the Pearl District,
paint him black or ******** or crack-addict
and leave him there,
watch the crowds watch him
away.
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgterrHO5T1qzrkvzo1_400.jpg
There are many cumbersome ways to **** a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this
properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a **** that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince, and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All you then
require is an ocean to separate you, two
systems of government, a nation’s scientists,
several factories, a psychopath and
land that no-one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
to **** a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
