reapers
* reapers of woe who don't weep, step off - away from the major byways
spread your sour stuffing along the side roads of soggy toasts & tippled toads hopping onto sad lily pads in sad seas sitting stagnant & still.
we say goodbye to bad winds blowing bit by bit, byte by byte
daily and all through the nights of summer, winter - wherever - we've heard & seen enough of your bad tangerine dreams to know better.
whether or not we survive this shift-stormy weather
again tamping the tail-end of an amber-tanned day;
we'll take a quantified leap decide to protect our spirit and mind so you can no longer reap, so your tales of woe can wound us no mo;
& merrily we'll stroll to the end of our show, using our own sense ability, however uncommonly employed
to guide us as we journey this modern life, ...this brave new void. * 12/15 - 5/26 - lebuc -Â reapers










