On Julian Assange
had a feeling on tap
but a creation sub-
dued
still on par
it’s like
*
“but like Maugham’s Mirriam you are hard above the neck;
voice salted and manner typical of your class when not
trying to impress
your response to my entirely well-intentioned amusement
was the understanding and empathy of the committed solipsist”
pears can be rotated
to look like lightbulbs
so now,
man, a monster?
information floods
lead to sexual
misconduct with
swedish interns
these
days
lock me down in the heart of
Victoria
i have a heart all-too-rot
Privy
there used to be a saying about democracy:
would it be too absurd to say that i’ve forgotten?
