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Lingering

Over the strings
The tree streams
Butterfly wing beats
Glitched out pnmemonics 
Flood hydraulic streets

"Hey, man! You should post a tutorial
On how to be a human."
Or something justfiably arcane

Ah,... The vibes
On the opening of 'Three Little Words'
Do you remember?
The experiment 
Where we installed 
non-standardized Object 
into a standardized slot?

The monkies lost their minds
The lab rats we're in disarray
The code bugs couldn't find a pattern

 complete and utter chaos!
 
And still the protesters protested
The bureaucrats hid beneath 
mountainous
Avalanches of bureaucracy
Lawmakers over-played their hand
All the oil barons went bankrupt

The Magi approach
With a perfectly constructed bassline
Before Finally 
Exit-ing
From an alternative 
                port of departure

Comments

Unknown said…
Came upon your poetry. Mmm cerebral intuitive...have you come across the South African poet Douglas Livingstone?
Kindred spirit methinks.💝

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