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offline by Carl

6/28/2019

1 Comment

 
Picture
the progeny of the bad rumble past 
casually deep in bright cars 
guns concealed on pretty pills with a radio blaring Musicology
beneath this sickly pomade coated sun of an unappreciative mother 
who neither loves nor cares anything negative or greater than 
a broken bottle in the backyard of the heart of a tight fisted yuppie
fearfully pushing a carriage exposed to this megalopolitan night terror

the speed of light is a perpetual drone beneath all things
 
I am downloaded into this articulation with damaged cognizance trusting there is a backup someplace my designer had the deliberation to keep and proposes to access my frame 
to fill these gaps that plague my inadequate circuits running an undependable and delicate system of leaky valves corroded by time and glucose
 
clarinets and sirens sing a constant poem of defeat as appliances collide and the archaic threaten over and above to expire with unpaid debts only to find themselves revived and returned to the system for another collection cycle
 
one paw beyond steady paw I crush the bones of the structures that preceded my arrival 
grinding slowly from the pit my optic ever hopeful to record a particle of light dripping from a fractionally imaged cup someplace above the  village

this established from a description erased and disappeared but still I keep the folder. 

movement is unrelenting protracted chaos only 
as heavy metal combustion returns bulletproof and loaded 
children behind tinted windows point with glee 
pissing joy 
pop pop pop pop pop projectile fractures splinter bone and stone bespattered fluids 

branch over here legs over there fluttering monkeys tearing straw to feed the witch arrived to take my ticking heart 
Connection M, Connection M, Please return me to my designer. 
no glory of function only dark 
online in the dark and lonely for the great burst of decay feeding a cycle of beauty 
not even a cask of amontillado chained and bricked in this place of horror

system failure I am going offline.

1 Comment
Catherine A. Velasquez
6/28/2019 02:16:57 pm

WOW, what a ride!

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