the time of corona


4/24/20 2:51AM


wild times are usually for discussion

chaos is smoky coughing

hauling a load

dead keyboards

forgotten gear

i am a coin spinning on its edge


a dreary slideshow, of moving parts

cinema cinema cinema

most days I live in a film


negative man burns his own corneas

the picture is clear

we live in an ouroboros

scooping it’s own brain out instead

write these screens until bloody

inside and out it eliminates


you could’ve pitied

the fools in a death cult

before the rallies


but we are all colliding too

plates beneath the edge

of a flattened world

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2020 02:30
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32

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