1751

GETTING YOUR HEART BROKE ON PILES OF CABLE

Turn to face
The landscape of successes
And the burning
Wish to clean everything

To put a sliding door
In front of the apocalypse

To fuse with the process

You can say this for the robots:
They hustle for their dolor
Which they eat to function

I am going to the store now
To stock up on jerky;
While I'm out
Keep dreaming of peace and lobsters.