More Prince clips. Saturn’s rings
appear to cross, but it’s only
our shitty million-dollar tech.
More Prince clips. Friends
shit on friends, look great.
More Prince clips. An interview in which
he attributes black violence to chemtrails.
More Prince clips. Somewhere
my second trashcan is full of beer bottles.
More Prince clips. Today the pain
is in my wrist. Goats is a thing.
While I have your attention, please head over to Synapse and read today’s poem from Justin Million.
you woke in the dark with the whole poem wrote
use your phone to notify your folk you found gold
THESE WORDS IMMORTALIZE OUR LOST IDOL
your folk alert theirs & soon everyone is awoke
audiences moss the planet—it glows!
all publishers abjure ownership & on every shelf
YOUR WORDS IMMORTALIZE OUR LOST IDOL
unto ouroboros, publisher & audience blur
Earth hums by mourning unto unity’s verge
near summoning Messiah’s arrival
OUR WORDS IMMORTALIZE THE LOST IDOL
& you are selfless, the viral ode’s origin
multitudinous, from all us, all at once
& as Earth’s turn exhausts,
our hearts slow & we dream
we dream no one