Friday, 5 October 2018

ohio suburb 1979

some days
the whole circle has come around
to all squares and
the sameness
gloomy unlit days neverending
sad forgotten  beneath spinning
blades of suburban Ohio
lawnmowers
steel coughing up blackness of
winter throat
coat
maybe the moon will pop
like a toaster
glowing
let’s play a video
game it’s better for original
screenagers

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