Summer Archive #1

excess playing

the styrofoam lies

unaltered cyclical, untied ways

unopened, unopened, unopened

littered with half words

searching for the non-blocking answer

we slam the wall

full speed one hundred thirty

into the flying shrapnel of oblivion

lying in pieces on the highway; no exuberance goes unpunished

knowing the angry deity; nor any defiance of life’s incendiaries

sadness is the order, madness of the day



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