crisp coral
Coincidences sure concatenated
In a compound way that day
news out early, unseen things
Seen on screens
Another building fell without mighty
Aluminium wings
Your storied past is almost boring.
At this rate I yawn when I think about the
insurance policies
And hawkish excuses you gave
How terrible.
Good thing they found the passports in the burning rubble and dirt and dust
blame
so easily cast
Terrible indeed.
And how sad for all the firemen who
died... That day, but also later
Driven to suicide.. by unfortunate circumstances
that coincide again with certain sounds
They heard
In the basement.
Your secrets exposed
but not by me.
How boringly predictable
Like the starry eyed people who
Danced as buildings
Fell, filming the event
for another secret service.
"Film students"
Utterly boring
Unlike the video of
glitchy wing that phased out and into something far away...
far away lives don't matter..
Do they now...
Do they?
prisma mica
hoary jacinth