My Nightly Energy’s Addiction

The nightly energy

and binge,

come to in addiction

and worlds within worlds.

The wonder of the new

gone in the creaking entertainment,

the soft breath

and the annoyed

viral source of long winded hours.

A love so contrived, 

Sociopathic rhetoric,

and celebrity truth,

read through wrong

and right

and broken riots.

Repeated expressions upon its burnt easel.

Barrel meditations

in the cities of trees,

a one way to the city of angels,

and another to the one of sin,

and no metaphor exists in either name

or hour.




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