cubed

Pen N. Bolsillo

you don’t
want me
to begin
with this
flat one
dimensional
cell phone
computer
monitor
possessing many
sides
top bottom
left
right
a stupid’s CUBE
an old
fucking
man
spewing dramatic
wrong doings
permanent imprint
wedding
band
white skin
tan line
separating the
posted photograph
from me
in the street
from me
in reality
i speak
on beat
as we shape
shift
dimensions
on which plane
do we live
individual
hairs poking
through
the loosely
woven
canvas
applying no
paint
just a
back that
kids
at the beach
are scared
of
a beard
of laziness
aging
elephant
a gut full of
guinness
wrinkled
up symbols
clanging
attention
forgiving a
past wished
upon future
living death
token hoping
this breath
of diction
was free
to be out there
published
like the rest
croak
call
text me
(area code)
three three
six six
one seven ZERO
an old-
timing
horror
no good any
more
R-G-B
separates
this reality
creating
such a
great
fantasy
but
still
you don't want
me
to the third
power
i’m nothing
but
an
email address:
foreverminority

@

domainname.com
with sunscreen
scientific
art specific
lost
love
newfound
self-
imposed
emo
content
created
CUBED.

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