Poetry Corner | Woooajhhhaohahahapahaahshoooahhh

This is the time to strike, the time for us to be reborn, a native imbalance, restoring the faith of our past.

Once again, we've failed, failed to reinvigorate our retinas, failed to reach the desired result. We were once great, now we're shredded, dreaded, beheaded. Thoughtless opinions, existence, belonging. The SOVEREIGNTY OF OUR LIVES

We shatter, scatter, bloom, like a dust particle, a retro lifetime ARTICLE!!

Distance, discover, hover and glide, we're all trying to sit on the same side....
...of the see-saw.

It begins anew, wandering to the never ending horizon, as we dissolve into madness

"Ice cubes"

9:30, it’s a mirage, a reflection, SOY SAUCE. It’s repugnant, putrid, a disgrace to mankind.

If we all glance sideways, are we really glancing sideways???? That’s wrong, it’s a thong, a jandal, a man named Randall.

It’s all Randall's fault.

This article first appeared in Issue 24, 2017.
Posted 2:05pm Sunday 24th September 2017 by Brennan Gale.