dark matter
flows
from claptrap preludes
and the fiction election
drifts
across the lost lake
hope inside, come on in, you need us
you linger over
atomic
spectroscopy and
create metaphor
melodies
prayers for you, paradise is for the good sheep, are you good?
my composition
is a metallic
aura
and air theory
you play may-day
disco
as I corrupt the spirit’s
lyrics
we know your scared, eat this cracker and pray, it will all be okay
our joint vision of near
dystopia
populates our pockets with
dollars
It really is too bad
education is diluted to
dull waves
and allegiances to
nothing.
***
Hey all here is poem 24. And I am caught up now. Now I am pooped.
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