STOP! saying that
watchful eyes and serial hotel spines
the broken parking meters
and oh the shiny drunken streets
thumbnail text, shaking plastic
LED period
the city’s less intimidating from above
shouldve done it
this way all along (hm?)
moving walkway warnings,
geometry and airvents we
once called it freedom i
think but we’d been
wrong before
tonights all but a shell
empty trains and cold streets
echoing caves and gusts of
nothing i almost feel strong
here tonight.
fuck the traveling and fuck
the wildberries
why bother sitting
i am the zero integer
i am the sky through seated
windows
this rationale and rolled suitcases,
blame me! forever
forever ything i am
a hunchback and i eat
hilarious lifelike forced habits
we are all the erotic utopia
and cleansed clarity mistaking
itself for bare legs and too
much backbone.
im drunk on horror and nothingness. shimmering lights
and univers(al)ity constants. lets help ourshelves to
ourselves, never seldom
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stacks of ink and handcart
dreams always draining
this deferred, this daring damned!
and catered to my mistakes
whats all this abt
valence and tiny arrows??
my baby bottom graybeard
is stinging rug burns
over sized up carpal tunnel
syndromes like turn yr
lights on! we need to
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