Future Crime
The moon in the blue sky morning
makes it feels like sci-fi
And I ask myself questions
that are extensions of sleep:
"Is parabolas a word" and
"How did I come to enjoy kale"
On my to-do list is overcoming many things
and extinguishing all psychic irritants.
"Why are some words conjoined
like daydream and yellow"
[[[UNSPECIFIED INVASION]]]
I am a barbarian for certain. In an endless
field of lite brites, I am a small, furious bear.
Inflamed by a white force
shown on the zoom cam
I inhale my laptop by the window
puking rainbowsΞ©
with the hashtag
#odeathΞ©