Ludic Convulsions

When your world
falls apart,
and all that’s left
for you are selfies,
and photos of
your food
my memories will
be imprinted
in wood
stone,
and the
electrified participants
coming together in prophecies
strung to the spinning nebulae,

hypoxia starving along,

remarks published
to social walls – the fake ones
that call the world yesterday,
while tomorrow waits
to play the game of chrome,

roaming,

but never seeing
the complexities of
forever between
what’s vomited
into the winds

© Christopher Rupley and Phen Weston, 2016.

(This is a collaboration with the awesomness that is known as Christopher Rupley, a great friend and a fantastic wordsmith. Be sure to follow his work by clicking here).

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