The heat death of pop
by Matthew Zangen
It doesn't get any better than this!
It is a part of it, to say "I am a part of it."
Drips of her bled through me too.
Everything is negotiable
if you're willing to get out of bed,
but dreams need you. That's real leverage.
Coffee is coverage. Wage isn't theft
enough. The cop's procession blocked
our virtual happy hour. Pissed him a wake.
Obituaries are exothermic, I suppose
every collision has bones
and entropy fucks slow.
A generator run on orgasms!
Or would that spoil it.
Embrace the end. Eat ass.
Author's Note: Well we're doing something different anyway.
Posted on 01/12/2023
Copyright © 2023 Matthew Zangen