YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE ABOUT

his beautiful diadem
was brass not gold

in his cousins eyes

his time-lock steel safe
was a biscuit tin

in his cousins eyes

& i tell you
never second guess
the play you threw
unfinished
into the fireplace

you knew what you were about

MOVING WATER, A PILL PACK POP

FLESH CITY TEA, A SCI FI POPTART

the soft steam whistle whine
of the iron analogue kettles
is heavy nostalgia for the very old

who
weep & weep & weep
lost
in midtowns latest ultra-fads

kitsch faux-neon gone
in temporary favour
of green brass patinas

& blue gas flame


~


carbon tears are counted
logged & fluted & countered
as only an AI can

& a soft steam whistle whine
is ringtone & alert now

on all
handheld
arcadia
glass

flesh citys midtown tea bars
now irritatingly shrill