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mary-jane and acetaminophen:
that’s what i’m on
as i’m cruising one-hundred-and-ten
kilometers-an-hour
through an atmospheric storm…

yeeeEEEEEEE-HAAAAWWWWWWW!

i’m wearing year-old prescriptions i’ve hardly had on
to increase my vision like 8K VR
as if ’twere a simulator of Schrodinger’s Cat
and if i’m speaking unequivocally,
i can hardly see.
“where’s your position of safety now,
Mister Ex First-Aider?”

my radio is supposed to tell me what song is playing
but the signal is shit in the valley
as the RDS for the country station proudly declares
the Taylor Swift marathon is never-ending.
i suppose there’s a part of me who’s proud
he can’t differentiate between her works
like a true Swiftie could avow
though i still know what a Chalamet looks like
behind that bottle of Chanel number bleu,
interrupting a new episode of “Hot Bench” on the tube,
as much as i don’t want to,
and stand in observance of Lynch’s
over Villeneuve’s “Dune”;

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