The Substance of Information

crickets are talking in the ears of a mouth made of many people who sit inside it and
point their tongues at the walls
and make sounds of cars
as they pass in and out of each other’s bodies like
the ghosts of intercourse after sticky-sweaty appliances
pull apart

and all we got is peanut
zero to no jelly

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s