seven years now
& counting . . .
&
&
i
was
already bearing
multiple crosses . . .
multiple crosses . . .
but who isnt ?
hit the metaphorical refresh
& watch myself meatworld buffer
i am the hungry circle snake
of the waiting room citadel
~
the finish line ?
i will get there
but then
who doesnt ?
i got longs odds fixed
lay your money down
the finish line ?
i will know it when i see it
maybe / hope so / fuck it
i mean
what else am i going to do ?
i will know it when i see it
maybe / hope so / fuck it
i mean
what else am i going to do ?
& i did not mean to be
a son of plastic & oil . . .
~
you all . . .
all you out there . . .
you who ever played games beside me
you keep my fuel fresh
&
keep it coming strong . . .
& play your games still . . .
i did not mean to be
lost in the concrete . . .
when the forest is so close
i did not mean to be
such an old & crusty
touchscreen child . . .
photo - BP M&S Night Fabric from the Dagenham Archive
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