Frankenstein Conquers The World

the assumed cohesion
an implied connection
randomly placed city-scapes
physical and emotional escapes
your bi-polar temperature
unchecked and dominant
the over-calculated points of departure
strange and jarring returns
like those amazing 80’s re-runs
“Fault” is not in your landscape
unless of course it’s someone else’s
It’s raining today
funny
cuz it seems too cold for rain
maybe it’s global wetting
maybe gravity is just fucked up
but I’m no scientist
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we hear those beats again
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in bubbles
in angles and ageless
in their not-so-popular forms
every lever you pull
burns
every lever you push
burns
every letter you omit
burns
every letter you don’t send
burns
as much as the last
your city destroyed...again
the sharpest sound of guilt
tossed around like a soaked seal
the bitter pain of blame
shoved forward...like...
like “a rat on fire”
or an insomniac somnambulist
brittle and battered
‘til full retreat
unlike all those others
this particular tale ends in varying shades
of gray.