Fun Jail


living on the edge of the
post post world
wearing metamodern attire
watching it crumble
time on tumble

running my fingers
across your skin feels like
a violin sounds
feels like the smoothest
sanctuary sandpaper

my heart’s beat
resists like…
that jailbird resting
singing against it’s bars
against the clef
held between your hands

a smirking mug shot
winking at the camera
sings a sing-along
leaves you wondering
what You did to end up here
a swinging breathing feeling void

in such a lovely dream




J. D. Carlston

Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Creatrix in the Matrix making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)