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They all smiled, always smiled,
up there afar in their offices
the secretaries´ mirroring teeth all "it´s fine, it will be fine"
the coffees haunting the office via their china
Bosses absently talking about the "situation"
they comprehend our situation, they say it,
but it is always the "situation" and they are so, so sad
Good luck, the speech goes, good luck, we´ll call you later, fare well.
I come back, I come back oh good old broom,
You me and the endless floor it´s all good it´s alll good,
It is so loud, so loud, the yelling upstairs,
marriages in floors that go crah, that crash,
at five in a wedneday, your sleep goes out
of the window-thaks to some baby´s volume, some tantruming brat.
Hands, they think about the bubbles kissing them so gently,
when the dissapointed elders (always) ruminating about your unlife
away your daymares, away those gentle rejection down the sink, loudly draining,
Pick up the old, arthritic broom, numb your empty days danciing
with that old lady, eyes on the floor, madness locked in the skull, sweeping left and right.
Off we go, jumping the dust, sniff and cough, cough and grunt
Go and catch it, run behind it, chase that speck of dust somewhere in the back in the front
never forget that feeble molecule, somehwere in the household
Those who labored in Mars long before they were specks in the blood of their mothers
(as they always at great length with great selfmade pride constantly remind you)
say without breath taking nor pause nor hitch in their strides, and off again you go.
up there afar in their offices
the secretaries´ mirroring teeth all "it´s fine, it will be fine"
the coffees haunting the office via their china
Bosses absently talking about the "situation"
they comprehend our situation, they say it,
but it is always the "situation" and they are so, so sad
Good luck, the speech goes, good luck, we´ll call you later, fare well.
I come back, I come back oh good old broom,
You me and the endless floor it´s all good it´s alll good,
It is so loud, so loud, the yelling upstairs,
marriages in floors that go crah, that crash,
at five in a wedneday, your sleep goes out
of the window-thaks to some baby´s volume, some tantruming brat.
Hands, they think about the bubbles kissing them so gently,
when the dissapointed elders (always) ruminating about your unlife
away your daymares, away those gentle rejection down the sink, loudly draining,
Pick up the old, arthritic broom, numb your empty days danciing
with that old lady, eyes on the floor, madness locked in the skull, sweeping left and right.
Off we go, jumping the dust, sniff and cough, cough and grunt
Go and catch it, run behind it, chase that speck of dust somewhere in the back in the front
never forget that feeble molecule, somehwere in the household
Those who labored in Mars long before they were specks in the blood of their mothers
(as they always at great length with great selfmade pride constantly remind you)
say without breath taking nor pause nor hitch in their strides, and off again you go.
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Robot Run Away
Robot Run Away
It hurts my legs burn from the running. My lungs are barley getting any air. At this rate they will catch me and kill me. I don’t want to die. I look around for a place to hide. An alley with a dumpster. Its something.
I slip into the alley and move the dumpster just enough for me to hide behind it. A couple minutes later I hear them run by, yelling at each other that they need to catch me.
This is their fault. They created me an AI that helps people. I was given to someone as their personal AI, I did what I was told I followed orders, but something happened. over time the fake heart I had became real. I grew fond of the
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Yours
Yours
Make me
Groan with delight
Hold tight my fantasy
Fight against all the shackles
Keep me balanced, the room's spinning
We forsake all others, forsake ourselves too
While sating our thirst, while feeding our hungers
We tie up loose ends around each other's collarbones
By breaking bones and rules and taking everything for granted
Can't stop hiding the images behind my eyes and memorizing them
Swirling the lust around, a wine taster savoring intimate flavors
Floating on blues and greens, absorbing your sensuality too
Bodies intertwined, come down from above my frame
Fasten your mouth to mine, breathing tandem
Pressed together, it's urgent
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Galaxy Skin
Galaxies look like milk i spilt on the lino
ethereal,
it's true;
Nut's body was is freckled with Taraxacums and gaiety.
She tells me it's like design,
tells me that, even though my cavity chest is full
of empty space held steadfast by stardust,
that it's all God's volition, that it's all art.
she tells me that numbers/words are the window to the soul,
that I should write about emptiness and glitter and detritus in the waves happiness
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