this moment in time
a helicopter
caught short of
breath crashes
into the
federal building
and all
news channels
come to swarm –
the mauling presence
of word
after word
to bring comfort
to your spine
I’ve shorted out
many times
before
so I know
what this
moment
can
do
this day
we
prep
another plague
house
someone else’s
mind
this crash
caves in
the best
of peoples
haven’t I
seen
this on
a news?
the breath
was them tense
set of shoulders,
when they
came to see
the apartment
said a
lady’s touch
was needed
tormented ticking time
bomb, storm clouds
ready for a bursting
walking around
all of us
who is that guy?
who is that chick?
too restless to
receive the
whole egg
in a dash
too restless to
relax
too seperate to
see
too tired
to sleep
so I blind the
path with
non-path
and rake out
your eyeballs
out of pure spite
with a splash
the stabbed at rats
fall back
into the vat
O the holy yoga mat
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