VI. UNREAL CITY MMXXV
The skyline is sharp and jagged So when smog slaps it, Rain bleeds, thick and oily and hesitant when Every
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Poetry
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Fucker dance
Motivations can be understood as they manifest in the reactions to each moment, everyone is coming together in the Now—this
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A toast to all the heartless poets
Here’s a toast to all the heartless poets
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Utterance
The first time I saw you, you still had your dark hair.
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Lungs
Oh great love, \\
you, great mold that grows in my lungs, \\
sporing and sparring for sparse air. \\
Everything we are we inhale.
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The Roman head
Perfect. //
The golden light outlining the features of the statue’s simple face, //
capturing my attention every time I visit. //
Should I come by more often?
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Promises extended
The smoke sticks all over and lingers. //
I’m suddenly afraid of man and his promise, //
for it smells like a cigarette.
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Grandma
lie when you’re tired, //
lie when you’re brave, //
such a great shame, //
such easy handles.
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Aftershocks
A thunderclap never truly dies, instead //
It bores itself deep into places unseen;