Precision of Agenda
Lemon scented fumes
Make the skeptics believe in lemons.
Spray more of it,
Manipulate the air.
The screen and I share a stark adamant gaze
Eyes of salt water
Eyes made of white grain
Grinding red lines around
Cavernous blackness: staring
Into sharp cerulean high pitch
Switch to color blocks
Or the chieftain’s serious profile mugshot:
It’s not funny.
Chief displays the hunger of someone
And I am weeping as I should be.
I need to blink now
According to schedule.
Andrew Spiess