Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Kerri Shying R #367 - Call my service

Call my service

phone call from

a replica town  built  in a secret location   to
take the brunt of all the   hurtling bombs
of friendship     while discussions
angry face emojis  and the press junket

scudded on the waves
off Cannes   now headquarters to the UN 
since the film industry collapsed  

the big rape-a-thon 
and all   spelled the end
of film   

politics   had long moved onto
Twitter   I sewed and lost my shirt
on cardboard beachfront house
futures   looked back to when

the answering machine
held tapes   au fond

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