Apr 25, 2021
1 min read
Special Chimera
A Poem
Bury bury bury me, trust demoted to rust, a flaky noun, a degenerate oxidizing discomfort
And — everything is changing like this!
Monsters erupt from the TV and the sound waves, yes, even them, carrying demolition chimera
a special weapon for the thinking bodies that have left reason far behind, yes, choking in the dust
