It is said, the past sticks to the present like glue, that we are flies struggling to pull free

It does not do you like it Imperfect copy’s forgery Posts its vermillion decree These anointed mistakes Neither robust nor enticing

The world weeps. There are no tea… To be found. It is deemed a mirac… The president appears on screens In villages and towns, in cities i… And jungles still affectionately c…

There are rooftops made of cloud remnants gathered by a trader dabbling in car parts and burlap At night, I dive onto the breeze

I used to be a plastic bottle I used to be scads of masticated w… I used to be epic spittle, aka sep… I used to be a pleasant colleague I used to be a radiant ingredient

It had to be from someone whose gr… not the city’s greatest citizens,… to make their small now eroded mar… It had to be from a distant or dis… who can sing praises unworthy of e…