Anyburb, USA.
it was his fourth frown of the morning,
not just any mourning, a spoilt statue
islanded, surrounded by the scuffy hardwood surface
and its random archipelagos of Christmas wrapping,
ripped up and cast off, him feeling
cast away, feeling like the present
that is not present
is the only one worth celebrating:
entitled to nothing less
than always deserving of more.
Guangzhou, People's Republic of China.
it was his nineteenth frown of the morning,
just like any mourning, a stuck statue
bunched, surrounded by the glossy factory floor
and its stretched radii of nimble, kinetic fingers,
ripped off and cast apart, him feeling
cast away, feeling like the present
which is always present
is never one worth celebrating:
entitled to nothing less
than always deserving of more.
