i am singular
organic yet 100% reconstituted
of unknown ethnic
origin. uncompromised inside a racial
divide
i feel island
composing metaverse
they wanna buy me
for 99 cents @ the quikstop
a generation why
32-bit clerk in
16-thread scrubs
calls me off my platform
in the pink cloud
brigade
radiating my
tertiary-processed
64-bit self-serve themed
limousine queen
ego state
they blister and
sizzzzzle
#katyamills
downcast
sitting pretty on the front porch
calling you
year after year
my feet bare upon it
the flagstone
stops the thoughts
#katyamills
she takes
these rules-of-road
these mandates federales
these ideas of fairness and fears
she licks them
speechless
swallows
the music the man
the mainstream
swallows
the age-of-fad line
the cess poolz
she carries
the asses
makes u
her bitch she
can liquefy the earth
ignited she fumes
she sucks up the dust
black with blood
she unassumes
and
somehow
opening up
through cold rain of
insect-stung steel
crossing
the many states
america
kid eyes full
moon
sending steam
beneath shower head flowers
behind ribbons of rainbow
summer hydrant
waters
somehow
like no one like
no one
she loves
#katyamills
up the hills
to the llama farms
fields of upturned soil
the black sheep tagging behind
unincorporated
california
into a clearing
in the darkness of a day
sunlight woven like cotton
round the swab
they ran
this one
don’t need no help in hurtin
do they? a gardener declared
hands on her hips
self-demolished
exhausted
dejected
they ran
finally
into arms
#katyamills
where divining rods
find us
symbols define us
hard of seeing hearing understanding
it signs us
a snake
with patterned somewhat deceptive
hieroglyphic designs jaw unhinged
bolts forward
to strike
#katyamills
frazzled cutting wires
bending over and under endless machinery
greasy pipes growling
cobwebbed and cornered they
never started finishing school
blackened by chimneys
smoking snipes
thats how god wanted it
and it was good
#katyamills
to the top of our lungs
the same songs we sing at the top
of the subway stairs
carrying our wares
carrying our cares
we pick ourselves up
the world goes around
like there’s no future
we let ourselves down
may we keep working
through the winters of self
may gratitude blossom so renewal can sprout
from the roots into shoots
smokin reds
singing blues
the choices
we chose
need not be
the choices
we choose
#katyamills
the divine
exists in the space between stations
where molecules cease
to behave
#katyamills
i often pedal down your street
the home where you grew up
by the Sacramento Bee
you can taste the print coming off the papers
cross-pollinating
not unlike how your words
and your life indelible
touched us
#katyamills
slowed heartbeats
inhaling the rain
on break
stirring grounds
in the kettle
pushing the embers
cutting earth out of the sole
with a blade
cherishing a smoke
with a friend
#katyamills
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