SandScript 2021

SOMETHING PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND
ON THE BALCONY, LOOKING AT THE
MOUNTAINS…REALITY IS A FLOWER
Diego Tobin
Standing there bobbing your head
all your organs in a suitcase- skin a big disguise
somewhere that internal voice
in hysterics, is suddenly vacating
the soul’s bordelloit
says drunken things to you, things like this:
You’re sitting in the water, half-dead
acting cruel in a cruel body
taking breaks in between to maintain stamina, the flowers slouch in the vase
and the voice continues like God:
Are these drive-by television ads? Can you hear the radio loud enough? Talking over the
radio- are you in tune?
Are you thinking of a clean getaway?
Are the years hidden in your pockets, weighing you down?
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