Philip K. What The ****
It's here. Has been. In a fad.
I sit in a slit.
The calm of industrial evenings.
Back to the industry?
I never left.
You get clean. I get stuck.
Not that I never did want.
Cracks exist in everything.
Brief gaps in taken space.
Every crack leads from toe to head.
Every crack feeds on dusty crumbs.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
Philip K. What The ****
It's here. Has been. In a fad.
I sit in a slit.
The calm of industrial evenings.
Back to the industry?
I never left.
You get clean. I get stuck.
Not that I never did want.
Cracks exist in everything.
Brief gaps in taken space.
Every crack leads from toe to head.
Every crack feeds on dusty crumbs.
