what it is
is i celebrate teflon turds
in my
ceramic cathedral
my muted fist
raised halfway
in the
impossible fluff factory
i photo tv shows
click click click
bad clay nested
on the
sofa cushions
what it is
is i get by
in the
neon troughs
twilight hegemony
mind turned
both sides up
& dopamine hacked
or
as free
at least
as my philosophy lets it
what it is
is five frames a minute
in suburbias
slow mo
ambient
guitar
rave
silicon sediment
turned hard memory
filtered
thru
the thick
low end
heart strings
pablo honey
in
my
ginger tea
&
body butter
on
my
bathroom toast
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