diaric, poetry

Heart: Start Ignition

when you’re blue, instead.
when you should take a nap.

Mooncats, when the compass rose
meets the revolution. will no one
say it outright?

They’re there, roadkill
I’m here killing streets

I’m The Hottest.

When The Devil lurks
and the universe repeats itself: bend us to you
We await.

of course, of course, of course
on repeat of course, of course, of course
because, once again, disco,
Disco never died.

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