WHERE NEON TURNS TO WOOD, A RHYME POP-FRAG

the mornings
need a caretaker

the gone days
need curation

my small words
are diy bouquets

not everything
is a question

~

but the answers my friend
are up around the bend

past arts appropriation creases
down where the neon turns to wood

FLUID GLITCHING

me still then am i ?
i think in the morning

self absorbed mantra

or zen confirmation

questions answers vary 

with the clocks tick tock 

~

& if i am glitching -

well it segues so smooth 

my identity is a spectrum

coming up from my shoes

from redbubble by smakly