A 92-year old man,
in an effort to age before it’s too late,
became the machinery missionary.
The modem spoke:
Eternal life in luminous bluish.

The 92-year old man,

served as a Monday-border guard.

He shot and wounded
the final month
with a wooden gun.
A onetime attempt in an invisible year.

The machinery of death,
blipped the signal to survive
despite the decades.
The metadata revelation:
No one could close their eyes.

The 92-year old man,
was born manually.

The back of his head was an abandoned factory.
He pulled the trigger anyway.
The silver future welcomed him personally.

MFA candidate at the University of New Olreans


A 92-year old man,
in an effort to age before it’s too late,
became the machinery missionary.
The modem spoke:
Eternal life in luminous bluish.

The 92-year old man,

served as a Monday-border guard.

He shot and wounded
the final month
with a wooden gun.
A onetime attempt in an invisible year.

The machinery of death,
blipped the signal to survive
despite the decades.
The metadata revelation:
No one could close their eyes.

The 92-year old man,
was born manually.

The back of his head was an abandoned factory.
He pulled the trigger anyway.
The silver future welcomed him personally.

MFA candidate at the University of New Olreans

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