Fun Jail

living on the edge of the
post post world
wearing metamodern attire
watching it crumble
time on tumble
Rubble

tonight
running my fingers
across your skin feels like
a violin sounds
feels like the smoothest
sanctuary sandpaper

my heart’s beat
resists like…
that jailbird resting
singing against it’s bars
against the clef
held between your hands

a smirking mug shot
winking at the camera
sings a sing-along
leaves you wondering
what You did to end up here
a swinging breathing feeling void

in such a lovely dream

032023