ANTS bite sun burns love tickles
memories melt /hell smells\ an hallucination
Nation is a body — like my secret friend
someone like darkness says i look like
a rattle twisted snake but kisses instead
of bites :: a dot com a mystery media
commercial sound byte ~~~ a crack inside
the skies with baby cooing soothing tears
and tasting the dark cloud rains oh let it rain
: i will master all this blasphemy while the angels
change their clothes to get dirty inside the
human angle of life — especially on weekends
like Friday.
Spielberg gave me 73 cents in my last dream
and another i forgot to set global language
on SharePoint / ? this is a story a true story
based upon a ephedra lie ~~ now all history!
:: 05.29.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 