effervescent loneliness bubble-wraps zipping crowds
the static shakedown only enervates the fizzling agitation
the throbbing synapses twine and strain wirelessly-strung necks
avid finger-painting beings tap-tap bids for arid immanence..
hand-me-down-dreams hermetically steal for foamy noggin goatheads
bifurcating lives fold their souls beaming lickened blackened glass
the welded hand hovers to voraciously snack on vapour trails
whilst whisking other presences to dazed simulacrum at half-mast..
so an imperial octopus walks into a bar
nothing happens..
so the imperial octopus uploads itself stealing a phone
and all experiential hell breaks loose..
treadmills power anthills on landfills of embalmed mirrors
so why take the forked road down to triffids but not up to daffodils
such hills welcome the lost and lonely formerly forlorn and forsaken
and may re-establish the awareness of a kinder and more real connection..
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