In Progress


Scarred by unreal

yet rational

absolute values

prime

in an odd world

 

healed with stitches

strewn of fantasy

and nightmare

legendary

threaded through day

and sun impotent

against

omniscience

and ever present thought

prepared to shade

the light

 

to not let the beams

nitpick

where the goals

were laid

 

and with astigmatism,

myopia-

spheres and swirls

cut across visions

as the lucent passes

unfocused

 

and on these streets the only way to look

is to see into thugs and cops alike

liars

and to see women among the wheels

and men where rats tread

and check this

when already a red X

and the brown complex

complexion

littered

where the signs said not to

 

forewarned of fines

and the tracks don’t go home

but tracks go where

the destination always wanted to

 

activated

computed calculated

new sneakers

concoctions

a fact to feel

drunk

adverse to tomorrow

and whatever

there is time for

 

give microphone

and press paparazzi

to chart the course

 

that  that that

which may what

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