a cataclysm of possible futures
the twinned screens loom before me
more debased than any drunk or poet
half blind eyes grasping for the sky
celebrating today's leveled acres
a slow apocalypse of sugar sweet syrup
eating ourselves
joyful in the calfing
spilling all
each trivial emotion
elevated, and rejected
within the same breathe
how could i read the words and miss their meaning?
