Fancy fellows follow one another, loaning lends to fires
Trend-setting jet-flying media-spying buyers
Swipe past faces, judgement erases complacency
What else can you do when you won’t let anyone know you?
synchronistic synapses siphon subjects
Typhoons lampoon typewriters, crescendoing nonsense
following short punchlines with long cigarettes
That ship called “Friend” has sailed
What can you do when all the drunken sailors sober up?
The captain has a cap in captions, shafting daily rations
“Wise cracks will be met with a blithe smack
until the quality of labor improves!”
Stowed away until further notice,
Can’t follow tracks left in murky waters
Trace nothing in the shallows, undulating wellness pervades
Salty suits soiled in semen sing of soggy remembrances