Poem: Awareness

I’m a rebound master creep magnet, truth be told,

I guess, it’s rubix to me, ya see too, rolling phantasmagorial

over and over.  And so we all, in time

mind you, in time,

we all do what we all do and no one will

remember anyways.  History is an Ungerer panorama,

Underground Sketchbook collections

don’t have the room, no one does

for somber predictions either, and a microscope eye backwards

is all we have.  Zoom fully and everything is pixel corners,

adding up, to a lie, probably.  This is the red corner,

sitting in like protestors, vacuum pores, all over

friends and faces, expressing a viral soul,

Fela Kuti fanfare, virtual connection flows

my nerves through you, too.  We are one,

so let’s come, together.

Poem: Awareness