Ebay action (see what I did there?)
Posted: February 26th, 2005, 3:41 pm
The earth distilled itself in a beaker in the corner, lifeless now while this bidder sits in his swivel chair like a giant EBay tear.
All the vultures sing and bid together – a velvet mass for hours. In the rear view mirror, psycho wolverines strike with arms of cinder block guilt.
Your current bid is a haircut situation of secretly secreted spices and lame looking grandfather clocks with lubricated pendulum scraping dirt. (The clock still ticks, one of the door hinges is rusty, a postcard is super-glued to the sides and it can’t be removed, no reserve, one lady owner.)
A limbo induction to this catharsis would be to imagine worms crawling through asphalt amputations in dirt. One single transmission is hovering – seconds remaining – a finger click exchange – energetic glands – invincible sensation – a maximum bid entered – a dance between corpses and binary code. Why these folding arms attempt a confession, I’ll never know.
Lazarus got pipped to the post.
All the vultures sing and bid together – a velvet mass for hours. In the rear view mirror, psycho wolverines strike with arms of cinder block guilt.
Your current bid is a haircut situation of secretly secreted spices and lame looking grandfather clocks with lubricated pendulum scraping dirt. (The clock still ticks, one of the door hinges is rusty, a postcard is super-glued to the sides and it can’t be removed, no reserve, one lady owner.)
A limbo induction to this catharsis would be to imagine worms crawling through asphalt amputations in dirt. One single transmission is hovering – seconds remaining – a finger click exchange – energetic glands – invincible sensation – a maximum bid entered – a dance between corpses and binary code. Why these folding arms attempt a confession, I’ll never know.
Lazarus got pipped to the post.