Black Light Blues
Willingness edges
into the room
sideways through
a door that never
fully opens
shies away
like a feral cat
when I tentatively
extend my hand
So I sit and wait
And missing
that which made me
suicidal makes me
suicidal
We are being fried
by our cell phones
ubiquitous wifi
slowly roasted
inside-out
by Nipponized
hard rain
But we worry
about premature
hair loss sagging
breasts erectile
dysfunction
our team’s loss
to their team
quarterly reports
As the world burns
down to dust
in a redacted holocaust
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