birds to my violin flit, over attentive to my lull
as i dull reality toll
by overemphasizing music onto a neighborhood of contradictions
programmed on the way by
platitudinous triggers and the gnaw of unwelcome texts
threatening a status quo that already stunk
enough to harken spiders to weave tapestry traps
which warm me
like it or not
12-14-20
se portland
No comments:
Post a Comment