c.William S.Turchyn II
Breathtaking.
This!
Hovering above
The fringes.
Of a city.
In recovery.
So quiet.
So peaceful.
For now...
* *
They shot.
Hunter's ashes.
Deep.
Into.
The.
Great Beyond.
Stylish fucker.
That he was.
Pulverized.
They say.
Into fine particles.
Shot from a cannon.
A Generation of Swine.
Just ejaculated.
All over the
Goddamn place.
* *
Seems sometimes.
Like we forget.
How to breathe.
Yes.
A World That Forgot How To Breathe.
I like that.
dammit.
* *
My baby says:
"I want you to write
Until your fingers bleed..."
I say:
"Too busy.
Observing humanity, honey..."
Falling in love.
With a sepia autumn.
Don't want to.
Keep filling in.
The blanks.
Joining the dots...
Just want to.
Climb onto.
The Wings of ipods.
And
Dream.
Of
A
Place.
Far.
Far.
Away...
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