Plan on escaping?
I too, peel
from small chat
Like a balding tangerine.
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Jul 5, 2019
He eloped my lobes
In a snail-trail of vapour
Echoed in the chamber coil
Waxed shell, my curling crater
I am waning; like a crescent moon
And he’s feigning; like a loon
His words slip in; sticky, for free
He whispers his will -
Sounds like slime to me
Jul 5, 2019
I write my riddles
And fiddle til’ joe friendly
But the lax understanding
Soon slumps offensive.
A figurative returned only
To my own blinking sockets,
Perhaps my inner wiring and I
Should board a 3019 rocket?
And spill from the decades
That don’t wish to listen
A shooting neon pinball
Firing a lonely arcade vision.
Someday I’ll reach my planet
Perhaps in a lightyear, or two
Stream a lifetime load of data
Retro verses, breathing new.
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