they flash in my eyes
so i don’t idolize
the bright lights downtown
being trapped in the grid
like a ghost in Pac Man
gobbled up with the pellets
gods vampires capitalists
the city doesn’t live
without channeling our power
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
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