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
oh - fond recollection!
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