Category: AKA
is It swimming in me
Living on the inverse strip,
behind all the humour
all the jokes, behind,
laughed at or not…
swimming in a sea of solitude.
or could one say,
from an ego perspec
,
,
“is It swimming in me”
the tidyness of time is an illusion
We go to get fucked in the face by computer screens
giving our energy
doling it out,
the valuable repetition unthought about….
….lost things, things unlost,
they check in with i/u.s from time to time
Holographic walls,
butting up against an incredible chromium cock,
that nauseating metallic ringing singing
it fascinates, and
as a marvel,
as a hardly geometric undertaking
I is likely to slip under
and rome in those corridors and unexisting shafts
tock tick
toc tic
tic
Thinking,
“I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER”
still
when i get home from work
there is still Work