I. The Magazine
We will not breech Pieta,
we will not touch Mike's stone
cold face,
still he simply lays a still
shot from a film
called Wall-E
I saw it there
in the picture,
when my friend Doug
nudged my shoulder
"look" and pointed
at the next offering in the coffin:
One white Madonna bot
holds the disassembled form
no disassemble
no disassemble
no disassemble
of an simple builder bot,
yellowed.
Then, leaving the poster there,
he kisses Mary on the cheek.
"Thank you, Michelangelo,"
she weeps.
III. Conversatio
Fine.
I. The Magazine
Dream, dream, oh lucid dream of day
daydream
this magazine's the scene:
III. Conversatio
That night all the
do don't do
cracked Austin's will
he's high
II. The Meal
(why do they call it Hi-
C when it's on the bottom shelf?)