such a terrible habit, this one of
deconstruction, this breaking down constructs
of words and meaning and meaninglessness
broken into rubbish and washed out with rain
having been dumped into ohio landfills
washed and burning on fire in rivers slick
with oil and chemical miasmas of what
was unused and accidental and ugly
like in society with all the hated
malcontents and extremes outside normal
seas awash with every kind of fish and
rife with fear of the kraken and all that
hunts — shark and ray and these wet scavengers . . .
the strangest secret: this is all about love.
David M Pitchford
11 Jan 2012