Immobile to the power of one small
Square of cheap plastic and
Pixel words:
You are what is wrong with me
And what I love about everything.
Move like silver, quick and jumping
Rhythmic like dance and time
Tick tick
Let’s put it all together
And see how far we get.
Broken on a curb, spilling
Guts of green chipped panels,
Golden circuits dying,
Face cracked.
And you shed one tear
Rolling from your cheek
Like a tidal wave
For all of the lines
That you have lost.
Becoming insignificant
In the daylight.
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