Nirvana

Borderline,
feels like I’m going to
lose my mind,
but I keep on
pushing my ears
over the borderline:

Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
How low?
a mulatto?
an albino?
a mosquito?
my libido?

Retreat to the 80s and report
from the time after time:
It’s the end of the world
and I feel fine!

121/365

A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…