Glean

 

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.

HEARTBROKE

 

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

needs

immortality.