A Town That’s Haggard

Maneuvering
Absence of shaded rosy liquid holders
Deafening shrieks
The inability to be in one setting
The difficulty
The edge is where all of the functions are kept
The glasses of so many hours are 9 ft tall- they have faces- some happy, some angry
Simpler times
Never knowing what will be received
Framing in- blocked behind
Portable cubicles
Here- in smaller form
In need of the uprising
Going away
No longer clutching to a whim that’s locked away
The game of guessing needs a new member.

My name is Kay….otherwordly, spacey-type things inspire me….

@machinesforescape

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