itâ€™s our party: the tales of unfunctioning cogs
DADAâ€™S LIST chaos didactic fork node antimatter plague inauspiciously satisfiability could nonwhite omniscience
Criss-crossing ankles Stepping heel toe over, Under one and the next Corduroy, velvet, denim pants P e r p l e x e d .
The signal Was not so clear Shining, racing through The system, the colors Pacing Traffic. But one hand Directed Preaching boldly, Folding Fingers over knucklesâ€” Still lingering. Â
FORK They stood three,
like adjacent prongs
like a cluster.
Like a twenty seven sided Seesaw, His hat as the fulcrum Parts crumble, As hats on heads Become disparate. Unbalanced Pushing, crowding, Shoulder bumping.
antimatter Itâ€™s tight in here. That girlâ€™s so skinny,
Good thing, Negative weight.
“Living in an ant hole Wouldn’t be so bad”
“But you’d all be brothers
Incest....not so rad.”
It’s rough out here With no one dancing Demeaning glances— I got moves.
I. WON. CHARADES.
COULD we should—
but it’s so far
and we’re already here.
NONWHITE My eyelet dress just turned Foxmoor-tinted.
His only pick up line: Girl your ass is fine. Genius.
w i t h l o v e , Ali Worthington
The tales of unfunctioning cogs