issue 41: the anonymous issue
I Got Plans
will up from under the fluorescent lights,
cradle your trinkets softly,
vestiges of a life lived,
remnants of time wasted.
will up from within the walled static,
strangled by telephone wires,
whispers in stunted electricity.
will up from routine,
and be able to vocalize,
what has always been within,
i got plans.
I Wonder Why Jonathan's Nikes
Were Of Such Keystone Importance
The Object of Fascination, A Marker of Sunday Night's Ponderings
As Jonathan Wished Upon A Birthday Candle, A Thrifted Star
And With His Family Guilty in Absentia,
Jonathan Wished For Nikes.
if time is linear,
and machines are rendered futile,
then explain to me how the cesspools,
are so aswung with life, a green-blue
vacillation of a life once lived.
his voice dissolved into static,
strings of grey and white,
his mind spurred into action,
his issues were lucrative,
and a tear fell as he sat across form his
A coffee, made cold by time
Or perhaps it felt the warm leave your cheeks
As it did when you walked away
Slowly, cumbersomely, on the platform.
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