TABULA RASA
circles & squares or perfect | dots on a blank white sheet |
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during the drought | a storm cloud |
turned green | & dropped |
a mean coconut | killing a ken doll |
in the process | his beautiful arms |
I took off & painted aqua | mailed |
to my congressman | with a manila sticky |
which | in other languages says |
crawl back | into your lazy |
fucking | hole |
with your broken | teeth |
plus some | exposed negatives |
dipped in | extra conditions |
which some | embalmed genius |
made immune | from all Cartesians |
& their Archimedean points | but only small parts |
of the brain resemble | a tabula rasa |
henceforth | there is an infinite regress |