Global Warming 1
I thought I was hallucinating but it turned out it was just crickets
Which turned out to be neighbors
Which it turns out are a TV.
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
(I knew you were my)
It's not summer
But the temperature colludes with the light and strikes a new temporal theme
A new season of transparent love
The anthropocene draws on gray paper with a dipped brush in swishes that dissolve
As they dry
The dinosaurs make their way to pre-fall
But their bones-
just got so hot they faded out
before they made it
All before four chairs turning
Wax on top of bones, got so hot, dripping off
There is a human myth about it
The window was open to account for the heat
that was on for the cold, which is gone.
Which turned out to be neighbors
Which it turns out are a TV.
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
(I knew you were my)
It's not summer
But the temperature colludes with the light and strikes a new temporal theme
A new season of transparent love
The anthropocene draws on gray paper with a dipped brush in swishes that dissolve
As they dry
The dinosaurs make their way to pre-fall
But their bones-
just got so hot they faded out
before they made it
All before four chairs turning
Wax on top of bones, got so hot, dripping off
There is a human myth about it
The window was open to account for the heat
that was on for the cold, which is gone.
Poetry In Motion
Accidental intimacy
Natural and honest moments
As described by an art director in a past life
Something, about the to and fro
And somebody you wish would just shut up
Everything, down to the sheen and smell
Privilege is part of the commute
Natural and honest moments
As described by an art director in a past life
Something, about the to and fro
And somebody you wish would just shut up
Everything, down to the sheen and smell
Privilege is part of the commute
Tindr
You must be a bot
The way you regard me
Ever so clearly
Now
The pin sins
In search of body
Typed
Aided
Bought
The way you regard me
Ever so clearly
Now
The pin sins
In search of body
Typed
Aided
Bought
Info Session
Nodes in a tower
Far from the glittering city
Wrapped in a blanket of warm, new wood
Cohorts clothed in abundant
pattern like picnic cloths
Or a top a toy farmer would wear
Far
far from the earth far
Far from the dirt and mud
Far the sky
The grass and bugs
The flowers far, and berries far, and cows
Far and roads crumbling
'neath the barrel of tires roaring, rumbling
Far the tower, close together
Nodes
clothed in smooth tones, warm
where
A hand lain gently to face the other
where
no face and no hand at all
Far from the glittering city
Wrapped in a blanket of warm, new wood
Cohorts clothed in abundant
pattern like picnic cloths
Or a top a toy farmer would wear
Far
far from the earth far
Far from the dirt and mud
Far the sky
The grass and bugs
The flowers far, and berries far, and cows
Far and roads crumbling
'neath the barrel of tires roaring, rumbling
Far the tower, close together
Nodes
clothed in smooth tones, warm
where
A hand lain gently to face the other
where
no face and no hand at all
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