the night falls
with
a double life grip
the sun lands
the trees break
and topple
the creatures howl
the man prays
to his god
for his life
for their sake
for his sin
for the cunt
the fish settle
a book burns
blue
orange
red
purple
black
the chipsets run processes
faster than we can draw images
of her nude and fucking
in our minds
glass clinks
shatters
drunk til noon
yellowed
teeth
but i sit here in the room
when i shit it’s as brown as the carpet
i wonder what we do
the billions of us all at once
and how many of us lay in the streets
drinking our meals
surrounded in concrete
the smell of sewage
a life free of dreams
no television
no fashion
no cell phones
no computers
just
the most incredible
elaborate
detailed
and wide eyed
stories.
forever spoken
and only heard.
Matt Sven Calvert
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