angst cycle (iii)
[Ƥ] (ii)

the sky may be grise
a bot oppressive low
the bureau may be overheated
like they always are
i’m sweating
where i should be cool

the sound may be cecil taylor
an old and small intense complexity
that speaks to modern now
an ancestor’s portrait
of modern machinery

but there is a talk
that isn’t coloured
by rattlesnake images