Saturday, March 24, 2007

His Name Is Legion

The boy told me he thought he might be Aryan.
I guess he kinda looked like one, in that
uniform standing thin and gaunt,
pale skin an attrocity in ivory.
A black Sun throbbed behind his eyes. I tried to kiss him all the same,
but then I choked as if on gas

his blood reeked so of lies and death.

When the vomit came he only laughed

"what's wrong? I thought you liked Nietzsche.."


art Maria McGregor, words Richard Eichmann

1 Comments:

Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

what to say something but cannot think what. the words hang like fog and when you go to learn them they have gone only to reveal less of the more.
and maria's image is just perfect.

3:20 pm  

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