We forgot what is new to say
Forgot what new
Is we are forgetting
together Is every time we speak
We want new, and we let it
Be known, not new
Shape makers, making shapes
Alone in studios filled with empty shapes and scraps
New makes us
We neka mew
Easy to say.
Harder to do.
First Day Of School
Kid burning paper
In the station
At the far end
of the Hoyt-Schermerhorn stop
The smell is innocent
Smoke behind a pillar— mysterious
He is giving
A ritual
cleansing
In the station
At the far end
of the Hoyt-Schermerhorn stop
The smell is innocent
Smoke behind a pillar— mysterious
He is giving
A ritual
cleansing
Murder
Extract my organs and drag them
Across the keys
Till dark blood fills
The cracks
Pools
The pad is flush
The carnage splashes with each tap
The violence hits
The screen
Across the keys
Till dark blood fills
The cracks
Pools
The pad is flush
The carnage splashes with each tap
The violence hits
The screen
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