got a fly on my lcd
and i’m inside
everytime it lands
i feel like a story is lost
i’m the lines that you read
your visage reminds me of ..
of the color of blood tainted by snow
my remaining senses have an abstract austerity
just like an online divorce
machines machines all over
someone laugh me an emotion

do what you write
wrong you may be
even the soon to be death-pilled is managing a gleam
hint for 11:59 pm
straight ahead to the dance floor, for you
the final breath, for her
you know either way
the equation will still balance
so don’t you worry now
just
let it roll and let it stroll

confetti please
regrets are on the repository
version lay-named TALK is only a hey away
three –
the slate’s clean
two –
sss .. ssss .. stutter is so last year
one –
you’ve got ashes greeting daybreak

one two three -
another pixel lost.