A Day In the Life:Stella's Movie
pizza and nicotine
another hungover morning
beneath the thanatosphere
threading through the beige stone walls
and passing by the cloth puppets
blinking away in profuse greeting
living is but linen swaddling
eating is but nourishing plastic
nights are twinkling reds and yellows
in mechanistic majesty
angels are hovering nearby
but only the dogs can hear them
the sound of our soul
is ten thousand different songs
playing all at once, however
there are billions of people
and billions of machines
Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2018
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