mechanized dinosaurs toil
to expand this already
massive tumour
of identical boxes
lit from within by a blue glow

the beasts don't look around
they don't share knowing glances
they are docile
obedient to
the pull of the reins
the control
of a fat man in coveralls
heads down
they scrape the dirt
with their mouths
they don't complain
about the taste

at night they sit motionless
in the tar pits
too tired
too used to manipulation
to move
to talk
so they wait
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window as a moving picturebook
stare at green and faded blue
clouds quilt sky
(you said what they were called once - i can't remember)
materialize in the field
you have grown
i climb into arms
am thrown into sky
straight up inside of
a small grey cloud
so close to the ground that
it seems, from the window,
i could touch it
and as my self in the field
i do
it is cool and covers me in fine mist
open mouth to catch some
and bring it back down
it is only water
inhaled and chok... read more