Monday, July 24, 2006

Fragments of Orwell

Ten thousand little

fragments of Orwell

coruscate around

us all like mayflies

with silenced pistols,

mayflies shooting us

all in the head with

little hollow points

that carve through our brain

exploding away

the chunks of our self

that don’t conform to

ten thousand little

Newspeak lexicons

the damn little bugs

want us all to talk.

They quickly die but

they’re quickly replaced

by a new damn hatch.

These are the new days

when a cage of rats

strapped onto your face

is sweet nostalgia.

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