Downstairs in the kitchen
Stars are great wheels in a machine sky.
Heaven is above in the metal dome.
You pour yourself a cup of Water.
The glass feels like it will crack when the faucet jet hits the bottom.
There’s a little porch outside the door in the kitchen.
It looks over your backyard
Before the view drops off, the machine’s domain takes over.
You are wired to feel like this.
At this hour, the signal always goes off.
Your water freezes in its cup
And the glass cracks.
"Would you like a receipt?" asked Travis. The customer didn't want a receipt, and she left with her iced latte right as the sun was setting outside of the shop window. It was nine o'clock, midsummer. Travis got ready to end his day.
The lights in each of the doll houses are off.
I, a giant, wander insignificant
Among the grains of sand.
When at last I reach the sea,
I let it take me,
Dirt and grime and grease
Jerry looks out peacefully at his friend Marky drowning again. He’s in the water. The first time he was out there, it was when his mom got sick for good, and he stopped seeing his shrink.
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