Metaverse
Once upon publishing your book
THUNDERED THE EDITOR
Renounce your peace and telescope yourself through the interstate to storefront high-beams
Brim the lobosphere with
readings
videos
blogging
How to strut one’s serenade on a runway where bombers land?
GET YOUR BUTT OUT THERE
Heavy-breathing lithograph lines
unconverted vortexes
labeling trauma blessèd
entangled shook-out celluloid pretenses
strangled fiber-gnostic helixes
bellowing dance floor under the shadow of cantilevered sentry
Submit to the market or head for the hills #s2tm|h4th
After sleek galleys have
sliced
you
into
gangplank dimensions
You quit their portals for your doorstep —
undimensioned
unversed
soul-slivered
sleep deep deprived
lien displacing life
What you gonna write a poem about?
Andy Oram
March 3, 2023
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