Poem -
AN AGED REBEL HARD TO DEFINE
rebel tongue
Forgotten where you piss yourself
just to stay awake
unwanted medicated sleep
keeps those dragons from weeping
in your dreams
im going fly tonight
into streets of aged dynamite
another life
will hang from this silver thread
each look is condemned
each step a created plan
I've elected past all that AI grasp
those pastel skies
the ones in matrix disguise
clinical words etched shallow into
robotic mobile screams
screens collapse evade
that pleasure which spinning in vinyl grace
rewarded a lovemaking touching
forest in face
no, I will not decide
FATE
CAN GLIDE
AND IT WILL GLIDE
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