Suspicious Glitches

poetry that pairs well with the apocalypse and a nice merlot

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I am stagnant
Mosquito-ridden
Gutter water
I am an unseen notification
Pulsing blue indicator
Mariana Trench
Indulge me, tickle the power
button – you haven’t checked the time
or weather
in seven minutes
Forecast
 
calls for another round
Conversational steroids
Light bounces off his facial
contortions, invades your
retina
Somewhere cavernous
interpretations of interest
Drinks arrive
Snow outside
Blink
 
Seats worn like hulls of ships lost
in Bermuda mists
An infinity of uniqueness occupied your
single position
Realize this
Check the time
10:59
What did he say he’s studying?
 
My steady, reliable pulse
I am your confidence, my liquid
crystals, your dark
liquid monstrosity
Unseen aerosol interest
Passing back
and
forth like plague molecules
Social rules ignored, warmth of
Purses, jean pockets illuminated
Blink
Consider
 
loneliness
for my sake
While I over-
heat, strain your
gut into cackles
I can help you run
Blink.

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