an
atom
y’s
a picnic with everyone’s lips taped their covert isolationist tactics dim dirigibles
tho’ I wore down that moon that guilty phlegm I can’t cough up
and can’t unsubscribe from like the memoirs the clarion thoughts disrupt
Kafka reads Kafka on the bus…
it’s not my fault said the key in the lock
in the dark
anyone could make the same mistake
