I read greenscreen
for gray screen--
standing in the fog
a figure is bleary and
all lost--in the fog
standing off the path
in alleyways of the future--
standing menacingly, tho
just motionlessly there--
NO NOSE, MOUTH--no
violentthoughts
consumedby--argh--
imPRESSions--
I read you are
your own mother
own father in the
news/tabloids
bulbs blaring late
of that night conception--
a wreck-rack-reaking-wreckable
life--that's who said--under
your purple blankets at
night under roof under stars
under sky under the god eye--
that--off--
I'm outta gas brother--fill'er up
there's 100 miles to piss in
this hear ungodly country
and I got the biggest fucking--
drops his anchor, cuts the gas
closes door--scene
was something I thought of
and just added--for kicks--
link to chain to holy gopher
morning--I was late my life--
take it--
fuck words--
they don't come
or being erased
I suspect that's true
hoarded--is it--it
ought'n'a be--ack
pause--wait, I ah, I
wrote about this before
but it was too late--
they posted all the
best actors in front of those
screens then
when we understood
the greyscales and blue lines
and
I wasted a good title on
that one.
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