Monday, March 7, 2011

Traveling Through a Taxidermied Country



Traveling Through a Taxidermied Country
I had to keep moving. Everyone around here was frozen in poses of aggression though the truth is they died in their sleep. The politician, forever gesticulating toward enemy horizons. His public, always twisted in rage and fear. They hadn't even been dusted lately. When I sat down to rest, I had to tap my feet, wriggle my fingers and wave my arms to ward off the stillness. I thought of P, walled up in Baltimore and spurred myself onward again, before I found myself stuffed and mounted as well.

Ink on 4-inch Kid Robot Mini-Munny

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