Septembers
The lights are projections on slate-gray screens A sneak preview of a nuclear winter The orange seeps in like rusty water A sneak peek at a burning eternity Every moment is a tiny apocalypse The world is ending for somebody…
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Wedding
Can’t tell if I’m just dizzy or if the ground is moving We try to stay in just one place Standing on the deck of a ship Sailing perhaps off a waterfall When we wake up we’re not where we…