Funny Commercials, Damn
television screens gave birth to me
I want emancipation
a blood aqueduct above my hands
I need help
but the game is on
eyes on legs and hands and
bad calls
and I am feeling light headed
my fragmented heart made so
by cruel, beautiful lips
what should I do?
wait, honey, it's almost commercial
a cryogenic heart left asunder
soul made of concrete
no summer day embrace for this child
of sitcoms
nothing left to do but sell what is left
of my soul
bring the popcorn
poem by Gabriel Corvus
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