“The Retroman”
A chicken slice into the fork of my bite,
Open along each shred. It’s a degree.
Enough attracts this utensil for low sight.
I come across you. You see me with a tree!
How much of it happens? Just guess a moment…
You know, that TV hangs above us,
While I wish email is sent for his rent.
Too much is going on in every bus.
A smell burns me out near the happy hours.
We enter and leave it to enter again.
My brother almost forgets the flowers:
Black, white, and red over an easy ten.
Love falls away to our rich vision,
Just as a fool cries to a television.
https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Retroman-983884010
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