Perry Mason
From Death's point of view
the living are but shadows
of unreality
speaking the language of dreams
inside a shining, yelling, joking,
weeping, bleeding, coughing,
fucking
circus bubble
of insignificant extent and duration
adrift in the galactic night:
wasted, stretchy beings,
seaweed wavy
beyond the filters of time
like the monochrome cast
in a Perry Mason court case
of the 1950s
played out through a 27" Macintosh
of 2024
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-02-12 at 11:08
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