zapruder screenplay

What is poetry?

void YEAST
scavenge EAGER:
calaveras AGREE
yet through to here, Tomorrow SEEPS,
gold TRESS

"In bed that night, I asked Colin, in a whisper, whether his dad had believed the world would end with Y2K.

'No,' he said, 'It’s more recent than that.' Above us, his childhood bedroom ceiling glowed with the light of a hundred stick-on stars. 'It’s kind of an Obama re-election, they’re-gonna-take-our-guns, NRA-Fox News-apocalypse type thing.' "

(via @archillect)