You Used To Call Me On My House Phone

  

Such milky quiet that stretches 

An ambivalent track of looms 

Colors made of negligence 

So beautiful and true
My anhedonic frivolous 

Is malleable to you 

With a closer noun to black and white 

 Grays more pronounced as mute 
See it’s all math, as figurines 

Relinquish, what is truth 

Such texture, such philanthropy 

Pillars ramble, cowards prove
Towers flinching in objective eyes 

Costly now, to Saturn’s tune  

I cannot hold a fist to rise 

A gravitational Fuck You. 

Joshua Tool – 10/09/15

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