There i am
lagging realtime...
red is now blue
and blue is now green is
now gold is now
silver
silver surfing
edged off a
screen
separated from the sugar
the lemons turn
orange
there i am
doing the dishes
with my eyes closed
day-trading milliseconds
making a moment
per trade
sometimes life feels like
convincing a pig being hammed
was a cure
there we are
we need another miracle
one was not enough
mother nature
on a rampage
the killing kind
there we are
renewal in the rain
refilling a prescription
for affliction
sensation of merlot
down the gullet
some sorta warmth
there it is
the opiated vision
tele path
tele vision sets
a course for
disaster
i used to tell myself
you are just plain rotten
the best in me
i had downright
forgotten
verboten
another fifth of a second
time traded away
there we are
our gps in
reverb
we are the echo
of a sliver
of a moment
in time
promoted unconditionally
shamelessly
feverishly
it is so sad to watch her unfold
fate. nostalgic
like a carpet
stashed away in the back of your closet
you see all the old stains
and remember
and unravel
this is why i roll it up
and choose
destiny
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