Puncture the void with oddity
Bless your bored sighs with a cut and paste
Comprised of decades past
There is nothing more present than the debris of the past
Strike me
With juxtaposition
Because of course the foundation
Is always shifting
We are orbiting a star violently illuminating
Everything.
The rock rolled away long ago
But the dust, this genre, this vogue, this ornamental
The menu creeping past the meal
This blinking babushka doll life
An ellipsis in lieu of an update
I just want a good sandwich
I just want the time to make a good sandwich.
Nothing makes my eyes roll more than thinking about lunch and how I never have time or supplies to hand to make a good sandwich.
ReplyDeleteand so shall it be, and better! <3
ReplyDeletedefinite aspirations...
ReplyDeletehaunted by the menu creeping past the meal
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