The Strong Urge to Steal
Reapplied to a new theme today.
He said I was sort of lackless
That I was a metaphorical entrance
that spun rather than rose
So neither of us ever knew
if we were coming in or going out.
Yeah, it went well, considering.
Considering my motheaten
availability we had a good time
talking about all the reasons
he & I shouldn’t worry too much
about the attacks dropping on our future.
You can’t even see that little stain. (!!)
It’s just an insignificant rumbling.
At the same moment
we decided no really great talent can stay
hidden underground for long,
that it made sense for biological hackers
to experiment with DIY bleeding
before, but now it was kind of passé.
Tomorrow we’re taking a train to a beach
somewhere along where the country
broke on itself and healed over bumpy.
I hope it comes in cream.
Shanna Compton is the author of For Girls (Bloof Books, 2007) and Down Spooky (Winnow, 2005), in addition she is the editor of Gamers (Soft Skull, 2004). Her poems have appeared recently in Dusie, Abraham Lincoln, Ping-Pong, Tool, and elsewhere. Visit her online at shannacompton.com.
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