Sun, bro.
Soul searching for dish soap
Golden suds cleansing quartz
Plexiglass haunting my every step
A reminder of Des Moines
A promise of insignificance
To oversoul strangers
To dimming timekeeps
Tapping their pocket watches
Buying ursid rifles
To defend the desert
Neglecting nutritious game
Turning cannabis to crack
Losing convoy to sand
To fleeting photons
An infectious thumbs up
For malformed familiars and their
Cats-cradled inquiry of lordship
Silver-spoon fed rhetorical pleadings
“Am I a good king?”
“Am I a good prince?”
“Am I a good peasant?”
“Am I fertile soil?”
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