"megabits" poems
body's built
to starve, late night
accusations
and the magazine
pages keep
on spinning
land on page 99;
how to lose weight
or lack thereof
someone's yearning
for a ***** chai, grande
no ice
almond milky
way
tonight, it's about
mimicry, with no
soul inside
be free, a copycat
of an adolescent
wake up tomorrow
and prepare the head
for it's inevitable
face palm
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC