Treasure Island

nathan martin

(uno 16 80 / oregon)

typing 101


gargling to many buttons in my larynx
causes me to cough and curse.

now silly sullen sadness sought
something similar, tongue tied the
fingers are all that remain.

bury a white orchard sheet in blue
plum ink.

genocide every letter under a lamp
in the late evening.

create my own unknown condition
and form a slightly beatiful madness.

search for my messiah on the internet,
then page down and scroll lock a doctrine
of acronymns.

become a ten key diciple and sing a few
cap locked hymns.

maybe turn a few wax coated fingerprints
into a voice, then hit print.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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