Friday, 4 July 2025

poem 247

 

Your past has the last laugh 

Here your alone on a familiar raft

All around faces 

Blast blast blast

As birds falls from trees 

While bee's silent scream 

bleed for the war machine 

Addicted to your screen

Addicted to your scream

Addicted to your scene


I dream electric and glow

I dream electric and go


Before the last laugh eats 

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