collage

a
in my hometown
the sounds are condemned
by bigots with broken records


b
in the room a moth is distracted
blessing my thoughts
moments confusion

c
like the fall of rome
new sounds broke the spell
despite cicero lying to the future

d
generations generating generators
for the sake of it indeed

e
poems are everything at home
condemned or not

z
the biggots still bark intoxicated
and after the hangover
everything is calm