blocked blocks, round round, all rounded
puzzle pieces filling
fitting, seamless and tight and smooth
lost last spaces further
and further
away
optional is no longer an option
liberation is now less than a k
it’s not ok. I can’t move.
multiplication
diversification
gentrification
grasping grunting gobbling grabbing
high higher highest; close closer closest
packpackpack
tinned, salted, oiled, canned; metal keys roll us back
we’re beginning to smell
three fish or three days; reeking of never-ending visitors
olfactory assault | auditory hallucination | kinetic disarray
visual opulence and luxurious cultural overload
words of hipster wisdom “you’re so Erin Brokovich”
Holy wowness! Throw it down, M. Outstanding.
Seriously, you like it? That means a lot coming from you, C 🙂
“metal keys roll us back.” My favorite line. Read this poem out loud to hear and feel its power. I love it.
It reads more like spoken word than I realized. Probably because I hear the words so clearly as I write, see and hear and feel them. Thank you, for enjoying my work 🙂