Exhaust fumes and french fries

Late night television

September 15, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Recall our project: to retell history in the second person.

We have the leader’s ear.
He has several channels.

When we took the palace, our hands met themselves in the altar’s chrome.
Tie it to a truck. Wait – couple the knot first.

Later, our thumbs beat buttons on controllers:
we were soldiers on other planets.
We murdered zombies in the farmhouse.

Are the cameras on? Commander, stand up and make us sing.

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