Monday, April 22, 2013

Copyright Breaks the Contract

Commodification Is Never Innocent

The liar with the lyre strums to town
poetry holds the folks on edge
until they break
in laughter tears astonishment rage
and call to the lyre to play it again

and again

until they know it by heart
until they can write it in air with their voices
until they no longer need the liar and the order of words
he mixed from a town down the river.

Begin


It is still the seventh day

 and we are still

digesting the fruit.