Staggered obituary

Global aquifer turned into local mall water fountain
Cracked open like eggs of nuclear waste from nevada mountains
What’s the signature? Natural pigments of spoilt lignin and ligature
Stuffed back into doll fabric with gall to call self the king of whatever we build cities for

Read what is written in wide words
Never question intentions, give benefit of belief suspension to divine slurs
Spoken word made material, no one knows what this exercise will be achieving here
Comedian in morose obsidian medium wondering why the laughs aren’t more immediate

Here lies the poet
Writing to low rent loaned ego which owes debts
Began as excuse to prove
its possible to write in a regular groove
for those who want to be confused by the espoused views
Ends back at the loop with objectives torn loose, dead, of no use, no more juice, abruptly concludes

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