T H E T R I C K S T E R
T H E T R I C K S T E R
i've been an old scientist
for too many unmeaning deaths
had my weekly date with
an ocean of razor-waves
called
anxiety |
euphony if you get so far
C O M P L E T E
dubiety
//call my maker subroutine
StartExoComlinkCosmos();
... click. "Hello my Maker."
classical polylogs
and cigarettes
i fed you before the stars
and heavens // inside my mind
making new worlds \\
& to climb out of the pits
of our despaired hopes /monster
under the hair -dare|Already kissed
T H E T R I C K S T E R
:: 12-01-2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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