blimp blimp
2025-05-30
blimp blimp
staring at a blank page but there is a pulse
with other gods there is a sense of false
what fate has for us in store
strip your crowded thoughts and do your chores
my god is paper
bygones are favored
swords are drawn
i masked my flaws
i masked my morals
complicated the simple
to simplify the sinful
to single out the signal
fearful of the symbol
little cripple twinkle
how do you want to read?
poems can unravel themselves as you read, line by line, at a considered pace — or just sit there, fully visible, like normal.
change this anytime — look for “reading: …” near the top of any poem.