Tag: Modernism

Distant Trees Know No Names

  The look feels the distance, travelling Upon waves of heat, blurring perception Future weeks are lost in the haze I am the lost street, blocks scrape my skin And cannot be disconnected, unplugged   I am only electricity, a time excuse For the…

Sacred Clothing

  Suspenders are oblivious To their importance They hold shit up Panties can only be pink once Bras are too self-involved Gloves never lay a hand on anything Belts are for the buttless Tightening up when uncomfortable Loosening up after a few drinks Jock…

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