Saturday, August 29, 2015

Superhuman Fog

stillness is taking over the nice nowhere
that walks and talks like a zero sum game
scattering ironies into the canyons
running neck and neck with machines
belching nerves in the luxury of limp nation
pure normalcy cries in the mountains
pumping strangers for the chase around the moon
altering clouds exploding trailer Zen
numbers condemning me to games of chance
deep download intimacy shattered
distracted by the speed of blinking emptiness
pocketing bloodshot doorway freaks
a morning of mammoth bacon blues
a jumpy shining buckle cruise
mistaken dribble evolutionary butts
in a superhuman fog of philosophy and flesh

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