Enero, 13

Plug in the chords and cables,
adapters and chargers, push
electrons against themselves
till they are cramped and angry,
watch them run for it, faster
each time. Leave your own self drained.
Fill up the tank with soda
and porn. Spend all day breathing
air pumped into a building,
all night with the windows closed.
Dream in hazy muted hues.
Ignore the furry mystics
scurrying cross the carpet.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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