Wednesday, December 9, 2020

CAPitAL

I could ask what would happen if my fruit computer made like the worn jeans I've worn and 
Wheated appropriately in lasted
 even the chaff is sold as 
      The   leaf      as eyes leave the layers  
And I would load the poetry I'd send to you        If I could
   because it's been used long enough for them I have to buy them again.     at its' tone play them here and now in their tones
    you'd have a point in playing them all the time 
 and I'd have the  fruit     if those that secretly 
                       unburden me were a thing
Tech doesn't last as long as the stamped  brand swamp 
       would lead you to believe        lead poisoned the unseen crawled in caves     
          in caves we 
but take the sacrament regularly they say and thy havest        thow servent 

         I ate her flaunt and made it my destiny 
Be  crumble             to the faint gaunt   O capital my 
Capital it poetry nail in a room of lights and plastic 
     Glue        the vaper  changes the senses
We, I am a ham not a toy. 
Human
Diliangers 
Collecting
Paystubs    Trading whips with sugar 
       is a good
I will ask what happened but they will not.  can not know the difference 


 

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