the faculties haven't had a meeting in months
communication across the board is abysmal at best
this is not the teamwork once sold

tired metaphors preaching togetherness
all forgetting autocracy

Who put a magnet on the pendulum?
Newton’s cradle halts.
Imagine the string metal ***** suspended in space,
You and I are what’s in between,
And what’s not at all;
As well as everything.

Scratching
Scraping
Pings and pangs
Throbbing
Pressure
Squeaky inhale
Hard exhale
Stuffy
Sticky
This is supposed to be like this

I got close to you once
Uncanny resemblance I didn’t realize
Until now
That loss was not so much

Roses and snakes
I think his was sharks
Forgetting until this moment
About that pomegranate juice

Over this ominous thing, stumbling
Feeling its pulls
Strangled and taught
I pray to god?
About this karmically translucent string

Rushing the clock
Never knowing when is too early
Until it’s impossibly late

Baby blew.
The wind carries and will continue to,
indefinitely until hues unrecognizable
pass you by. You don’t bat an eye.
Chest pings, our Morse code transcending
The distance placed, and
never closed.
Preferring the perpendicular to the parallel?
Just you,
Baby’s blue.