sorta busted…

nuclear furnace

they make sunlight there;
seemed for the best.

cliche it may be; everything
running slow, burning
oil (i think. might could be
a leak) & on & on.

at night noises
come at irregular intervals. like
somethin’ large bumping into
furniture in the dark. sounds bounce
all over the house.
whatever it is,
i’m sure it’ll find wherever
its supposed to be. i’m lost
in places like that.

not a morning
for hard consonants;
all perceptions are formulaic,
driven by tempo amongst
limitless time. playing around
at some percentage of
speed, answers being
a kind of payment.

i wanted to get drunk.
it looked easy enough,
but it never really worked.
keep trying?
there’s nothing else to do.

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