A question mark
A horizontal cosmos
Than wholeness.
With more fire, higher rent,
Words, yet
A nullity. when of failed
And felt so sick.
Boredom had a different flavor then,
The perfect number — forget 100.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than wholeness.
With more fire, higher rent,
Words flourish, yet
a nullity persists. When my interrogation of the suspect failed
and I felt so sick,
boredom had a different flavor, tangier than counting
to the perfect number — forget 100.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than the period’s wholeness.
Amid more fire, higher rent,
words flourish, yet
nullity persists. When my interrogation failed
and I felt so sick, boredom had
a different flavor — tangier than counting
to the perfect number. Forget 100.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than the period’s wholeness.
Despite the fire and higher rent,
words flourish, and nullity
persists. When my interrogation failed
and I felt sick, boredom had
different tones, sol-faing
to the facial number. Forget 010.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than the period’s wholeness.
Despite the fire and higher rent,
letters flourish, and nullity
survives. When my interrogation failed
and I felt sick, boredom sounded
different too, sol-faing
the facial number. Forget 010.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than the period’s wholeness.
Despite the fire and higher rent,
letters flourish, and nullity
metastasizes. When my interrogation failed
and I fell sick, even boredom sounded
different, sol-faing
the facial number. Forget 69.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than the period’s wholeness.
Despite the fire and higher rent,
letters flourish, and nullity
metastasizes. When my interrogation failed
and I rose sick, even boredom sounded
more erotic, sol-faing
the face number. Forget 69.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than the period’s wholeness.
Despite the fire and higher rent,
letters flourish, and nullity
metastasizes. When my interrogation failed
and I rose sick, even boredom sounded
ticked more, sol-faing
the face number. Forget.
A question mark
over a horizontal cosmos looms better
than the period’s wholeness.
Despite the fire and higher rent,
letters flourish, and nullity
metastasizes. When my interrogation failed
and I rose sick, even boredom sounded
ticked more, sol-faing
the clock number. Forget?