someone said 2023 was the year
of visuals & it built a home in my subconscious the new suburbs
now I’m watching a holo robot unplug
& beat angrily on glass it’s trapped behind
instead of watching the show
people record on their phone
I wonder if they see the resemblance
I know I can
–LM
inspired by Anyma & Chris Avantgarde – eternity
shelter in place where you are
If you are not home
do not return @ this time
how easy is it to condemn race
rather than class
how easy to skim over the poor poor
how easy to ignore the ultra wealthy
maneuvering like chess in silence
in trillionaire robes | what a joke
we are not pawns
I’ll tell you what
–LM
authors note: who writes for Biden's teleprompter?
I’m getting gaslit
& it’s obnoxious
Darling I’m not uninjured, shit
I’m a mess,
suffering just like you wanted
and for all the things I swear you’ve felt
I know you’re talking about someone else
–LM
what lunacy we’ve unearthed
since the majority of the US
has it proven extraterrestrials exist
& it all feels trivial
because we knew
–LM
the congregational music in my mind
takes place on blank notes on my phone
I know no one else can hear these lyrics
yet
there are those that are clueless
don’t worry here’s a map
the road to hell is paved with all my good intentions
I confess
my dream of revolution
is one way
no through road
and my mission
has nothing to do with romantic love
–LM
Nirvana didn’t start as a band name I’m sorry for Cobain but I can’t decide if he’d be wryly amused how his sad sweet state of mind is now ironed & reproduced despite the 27 club & 4 rolls of film I pretended to develop once but never did & since the judge ruled against it it’s all been blank negative
now we’re testing AI as an assist to writing the news apparently its the all rounder the perfect woman a fetish & a hero to aspire to to whom I pose the question how long has it really been since anything mass produced was legitimate was it ever it’s never been when I say it again louder for those people in the back
you can’t be serious baby you’re crazy stand for pronouns plastic food & utility
–LM
if free verse ruined poetry I may be an ambassador
free speech wasn’t constrained by iambic pentameter
could you imagine getting global points across five by seven five
I don’t know how often I could say I could never
how very Dr. Seuss how indeed did it get late so soon
now we’re seeing the theorist haze come to life in real time
smoke, my ass the air smells like plastic countdown to massive brain damage
ephemerally yours,
LM
it’s a little past two & I hate this heat wave
it sounds like a song I used to be obsessed with
now I’m afraid I’m constantly wearing insulation
can’t get any more uncomfortable
better take a trip
I really can’t stand being bogged down
or roped in, I can’t manage
it’s like it’s own kind of desert
billions of grains of sand
stuffed down my throat & I’m swall
owing
predictable like the AI trend
on tiktok as if I wasn’t monitoring it
now everybody needs pinky’s script
I’m just hoping it’s short lived
or maybe we could share information
I’ve got nothing to lose
–LM
rules were meant to be pushed
not stripped, though I adore
flashing in & out this way, I must say
I’m not a creative typically
visualized I just get pushed aside
this makes me more than a little insecure
& when I feel it, I change
I don’t like how sad you made me,
this identity took so long to
form it was like giving birth
but now that I’ve revised
if you see another person that looks identical to you, run away and hide
–LM
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