LONG SHORT WAIT
Creep, sneak, splish-splash.
long eyes, heavy limbs, LAND OF FREE leader.
Seven-legged crawler insists sky-party,
but the shark eats it.
The shark already wears its red dot
where thin trees dissolve into illusion, all overlay.
Your HUD? God.
Buttery wrist, flick.
Pew, or more (from nowhere).
Everyone is peering at the last
of lonely seraphim. Pew, or less, if they've seen above the stars.
Neverbleed.
Round around 30, day something-something,
running in circles, now.
The tall ones all fell, "sinners welcome," make us believe!
Fat-bottomed ground-dwellers lust
for more-feminine landscapes
where lying trees are faster,
looser.
Lose and repeat. That dark tunnel? Run.
And slip, you can't jump (you never knew how), you can't fly, but fall.
They fall after you, toward C,
Rome's spear-sword at play, at least
the one which lingers. Dyslexia virus released for all,
even SARA & Co.
This time up is down, this time nobody wins, it's all warm beef.
Once the ghost, now latent whispers linger, walls
streaked red.
You dreamt nightmares on legs, the grey haze your old nemesis, the little ones
shot from shouldered cannons.
All-black, Xeno-1's shadow cast across occluded space.
In answer:
"we remembered."
Long Short Wait
until: Sep 16, 2025 @ 3:58am