I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...
All black lives matter,
but you'd never figure that...
The Bottom
Empty, lonely...
Moving bubble like...
World so plain
Plain from realization...
The grasses freshly cut in lines
of intention. Leaning forward...
I'm tired.
Of pervy jokes at lunch...
Black and blue,
The two colors that show what she has been...
Slipstreams of imperial guidance.
Wayward movements shadowed in...
In this world that seems desolate and bleak
Why won't you help me see, what inspires me...
Was it a mistake?
That creeped upon me...
Senseless reality shows are back on air
People fighting to save fake personality...