No door
My palm on stubble
that stretches to the horizon
In a clearing owned by birds
a large clueless beast perturbs
I’m the subject of noisy discussions
afraid to clear my throat
It’s June 7, 2026 and
Lewis the cat is missing
A chip tells them where he is
Everyone is the same shade of brown
Tall, tan, terrified
The birds have located Lewis
The October curfew imprisons
an apple, a pumpkin, beans
I’m waiting for the dream to dissolve
A misprogrammed bus zipper
that stretches to the horizon
In a clearing owned by birds
a large clueless beast perturbs
I’m the subject of noisy discussions
afraid to clear my throat
It’s June 7, 2026 and
Lewis the cat is missing
A chip tells them where he is
Everyone is the same shade of brown
Tall, tan, terrified
The birds have located Lewis
The October curfew imprisons
an apple, a pumpkin, beans
I’m waiting for the dream to dissolve
A misprogrammed bus zipper
posted by Joel at 2:07 PM
1 Comments:
Hi Joel, that's a stunning misprogrammed bus zipper you've got there. xo, Tim
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