Log 200 by Godric | Photo by Tommy Coyoté

You cubicle-sized day

6-7 hours, hushing love.

This city on two feet

Once-a-time empty

now wired, buzzing

kinky.

Spun woe into wing

Flouted darkness & past

Born of rock and roil

the minutia of toasts!

zero luck, perfect loss

No rain for this pain!

First of a kind

Burning Bluest

amidst shinier,

newer flames

Before the Hoard scores

Blow a Sun to bits

Build bibles thick

Quoting full,

the moving lips

of carnivorous,

terminal, pricks

Spill & Drill!

tile the Times Up

see the Me and Too

for some yet still

Be it tongue-tied or glue

Host quieter, windowless

fortresses of truth

so some few or many

can melt fire too.

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