gliding

by on February 18, 2024 :: 0 comments

there is
no context
deal with it;
cheers, mate!
the rain is a season
of epitaphs,
needle skipping,
turntable, broken.
everyone wants
a piece of the daily.
where to start;
right here, right now?
it’s Venus Day–
whatever
do those starry eyes
dare not to repeat?
yes…yes i know
that number;
a galaxy of prepaid hangups
and call waitings.

– Eliana Vanessa

editors note:

Context? You gotta make your own. – mh clay

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