h i s   i d,   m y   e g o

m a r i s s a   r a n e l l o

this stop is the destination.
this stop is a syllabic break
in his manifesto, a reckoning
of loose tongues
lashing forward, grasping
to import withered air.

this stop is express only.
tresspassers will be prosecuted,
lawfully lynched and looked upon
by the blind eye
of passing strangers.

this stop is the annihilation
of everyone who hides
behind a masked smile
while typing lethargically
onto a wireless keyboard.

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