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The inbetweens

Light a candle
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
I like to sit
Watching plants grow
From a window
Scrolling down
Down
Down
But it lags
It lags
It lags
It lags
& I know
Somewhere inbetween the I
And these requests you sit
Collecting
& I muse
Do you feel a pang rewarded
Like I do
Like I do
Do you
It’s sticky
Like a web
Like the cum
On your hands
Little humps
On the top of tinted SUV’s
Watching screens
Watching screens
Watching screens
It doesn’t matter
We’re the inbetweens
The inbetweens
The inbetweens


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What’s worse

   They’re hatching
                           mosquitos
        out of old film
                                                          canisters
           single bullet
                                      snapshots
     latched on to
                                                the corneascan
   they could see us
         from every angle
   there was no
         escape

     and I don’t know
                                             what’s worse

         between what
                 they do
         and how we
                  don’t react

      I don’t know
                                              what’s

It goes both ways

You think what you don’t know
or can’t see
doesn’t matter
or doesn’t apply to you
and this is precisely what
they’re using against you

A ceaseless sorting famish lurks
in the billion dollar background radiation

But I’m not doing anything wrong

is wrong by default

Some relic of truth is buried daily
under mounds of fecundous lies
and who is going to teach you
how to sharpen your eyes?

They call it smart
because it isn’t—

It’s what you do,
It’s how you do it—

Oh— they think they own us
but data’s not the soul

All they have
is what we give

All they have
is what we give

The everything everywhere

If we can hover
up above ourselves
sometimes

then we are here
to train our
minds

we built temples
that no one else
could see

the temples of death
inscribed with rainbow
sharpies

The world is still on fire
the flames that singe
the soul

white Cessna of morning
soars a shallow sky
like a stingray