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GOD OF CONDO
There is always a beacon to guide us
but not tonight
tonight the moonlight is in moonbags
Lightning strikes nearby
and we can smell it
in the dark
we are reaching out, blindly
it isn't so different really
The motorcycle passing by outside is so loud
we have to take it personal
[TV:]
They built a cloud
for Michael J Fox and
now he is all wrapped
in rainbows.
All this is to say
I have succumbed to
Fleetwood Mac
the real world is near
but not here
I can smell it
Shy, so shy
I can smell it
like it's been burning
like it's just been struck
And with the buildings so high
the sidewalk is inconsequential
[TV:]
She longed to
taste the Baconator. To
feel it in her bones.
Blue echoes surround the baby co-opβs birth1:
the sound of forklift
back-up beeping
the park mumbling
"daffodil"
There is nothing left to do
but bow to the God of Condo
I am yours
(like a wasp wing in the windowsill)
I am yours
Now take me
1Co-op as in apartment