POEMS

 so I have a crush on space condescending sky
corporate blah blah blah
oblivion blissed out in a gold chain
whistling
in my fancy infinity
night running for the train
like a little bitch
I am
an analog
a dial pointing to
TEAM PAIN →
less a man
than perpetual rain
the Nijinsky
of falling down
disappearing with dream-receding speed
into this one-man war
against torpor
a butterfly trapped in a conference room this is both
the beginning
& the end
sin(g) into oblivion
O o o o o o o