bird, a
flying sky
full of live wires
in the middle of a hurricane. I have nowhere
to go but a short-circuited free
Aluminum wings ~ struck,
melt like wax. A
modern-day Icarian tragedy,
complete
with wind-up motor, electronic
squawk box.
My legacy will be digitized dying,
recorded live on internal hard drive. I will end
up charred, USB plugged in to laptop. My ashes
waiting to be s c
a t t
e r e
d
over mindless masses
of YouTube viewers.
Monies Glitter Like Ethereal Piercings
Golden beauty blinds
minds to the dangers of a rack
(revamped). Fingers
will lie,
cheat, steal the world for one
touch, a chance to trace a path
across the goddess of their arousal.
Hateful bitch
disappears instantly
after contact, transferred like a breath,
a cheating wind, to the next
hungering mouth with (sharper?) teeth,
fists already clenched.
Betting On Concept
till tomorrow. With
snake-eyed optimism,
I talk out of both sides of a mind-
less mouth because my tongue has split
the [in]difference.
Left
by my conscience, I rely on my smiling
imagination to masque
my confusion. I
choose the wrong
path (repeatedly) on purpose. My pen-
ance for plausible
deniability.
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