my chair collapsed
I lay supine on the floor
raising my hands
my shadow flew twice
my size
and splattered against the wall
I cried out to the neighbors upstairs
these days really are heavy
We're swept up in movements
I'm collected in bins
Gone with the vvind
is what they'll say
Facebook'll have me forever
and my fiance wilt
upon reviewing
EMP doomsday
Just me and my bike
I'll skim the coast with paperbacks
wind down with cassettes
of old friends
and times in youth
when we had the scene
by the nuts
we really were giants
we really had nothing
there's a certain power in
such and such
there's subjectivity flowing
RAPIDLY THROUGH ME
twice
we'll live
RIGHT
HAD A PET CALLED
STUDIES
HAD A MISSION CALLED
FAILURE
HAD A KEY WITH NO
LABEL
HELD THE HANDS OF
STRANGE WOMEN
RESTED NEATH
ULTRA MEGA SKIES
REAL FOOD
INGESTED
REAL TALK
IN SPACE
GOD WITHOUT TIME
WHY HAVE YOU FELT MY FORM
AND MOLDED MY MIND
INTO SHARP PITS
FROM WHICH THE OOZE
OF FREEDOM ROTS
SLOWLY INTO MOUNTAINS
ONTO MY PLATE
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