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in the future everyone will live
like this. 

a vision, a visit from 
Saint Pepsi, 

found in the presence of
Best Buy Comrade

watching his Favorite
CNN anchors

to stay connected 
and alert. 

He loves them and 
they love him. 

He loves me too, 
Saint Pepsi. 

Just Ask 
Best Buy Comrade. 

They Know. 





who did we think we were talking to
when as children we released balloons
on Sunday

And who did we actually reach.

a partially inflated balloon
having just peaked mid-thermosphere
rejoins the hopefuls.

Hopefuls who command respect and admiration
with the subversive, ever just departing
Helium-induced super-ego. 

Hopefuls with all hopes in the clouds, 
disposing of uplifting rubber spit sacks 
in other people's lawns

as a best case scenario. 

The reality, however. More absurd. 
They found You didn't they. My 
best friend. 

LOOSE PARTS


circle of adults laughing
into night

this is rare and
I aim to honor
but my 2 braids get
the best of me

still clawing for
some certain
spaciousness

–– as if I’m the doctor-
mediator-wise-one
as if I know how
the soothing goes

oh, big forgiveness bath
steeped in herbs
of man