When did it spin out of control?
Tokyo was once enough to sustain
the voracious need for the coveted trophy.
True plugs in the levy hold,
but the great ones are forever
beings of a higher consciousness.
Run run, through the wild cold
beauty of the vast unplanned
enormity.
Drink from the Velcro bark
and eat from the mouth of Apollo.
Fill to your bullshit ends,
the great laughing berry.
Feel its intricacies as it mocks you.
Find its flaw and humble
in the stadium filled log.
Was the dance to close?
Did it break the precarious cord?
Why not?
Cretin.
Learn from your elders.
Yield to the dangers
of the unchecked grains.
Find the thermostat and cling
to it for the dear and precious life
that Malta built for you.
Encase it in ice.
Graham Cohen
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