Friday, April 5, 2013

poem of the day 04.05.13

she got it black-lit high

she got it black-lit high
burping away her lunch in techstasy
parked in front of ipad and iphone and cell phone
playing loud games with a stylus
as her phone beeps capitalism triumphant
she got it so black-lit high she don’t know
that march is gone and the sun is shining
and the birds outside aren’t angry
just a little mournful on mornings
when they can’t catch that little brown worm.


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