another one in progress

New Parade as Smog

there is a series of predictable problems
domains in flame

all feasible desires of the soul costume
no nature plants the cars in stricken spume

your supposed past with sense data attachments
you can just reach it with a chopstick in a 2x2x2 cube

say body tantrums, dandruff and tampons
say pons pons and bons bons
say cinnamon and sugar in other people’s eyes

what it waz was a drive through a poignant headline
overwrought rent paid with a stiff elegy

don’t bother to don yon seaflakes
deep archaic reason
at the tower’s exposed tit