"pictures"

electronic pictures on my desktop
a conservative butterfly goddess with rape fantasies,
my little battery operated contradiction,

my hostage in this strip mall suburban prison

an electronic melodist of excomunications,
with a closed window,
in denial of the fact thats its the closed windows that break first

my freedom from this electronic monolithic half life

but my hostages are my freedoms
cuz after the lightning crashes
and my skull scars read accidental,
my anima whispers,
"hush now everything will be ok"
becuase in the end,
we all go to ground
like everything electric
so withhold my embalment
and grant me my hasteful extinction



copright 2006 Kevin M Baker

hey wtf is with this new layout? i cant make monkleys out of it!!

I like this, great prose.

There's a new layout?

I love your poems, moe