2D

anger only a surface contagion
billowing whip crack flayed back
no sensation underneath
nerves no longer pulse
happiness has a guise
the put-on of a peddling clown
reduced to letters

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something with only two dimensions

dissolution happened sometime after
i do/i do not
know when

this is a sure sign of demise

anguish anxiety fettered storms
brewing on the horizon creeping
the whip crack of thunder
not rightmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnot left
deposited squarely
waiting at the grey hound station
sharing life with bums
watching pay TV’s in plastic chairs
audience screams

“The Price Is Right”

from the other side of some great nation
CalimmmmmmmmmmmmmmFornia
fornication in dirty stalls does not help

over head speakers warble destinations
static static desperation static static hell
garble garble aberration garble garble dwell

“The Price Is ….”

the time runs out
the white leaves the binary
the black screen is silent
insert another quarter
wait for the greyhound to Memphis
all I want to hear are the blues

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