augmentation method

a short walk took it out of me. i barely made it back to the console,

jacked into the world wide web, booted up my augmentation method.

it’s Tony with the anxiety, minus the suit.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, “Bright Horses” live, falsetto stirring, free to escort me however, again.

i haven’t worshiped in a bit.

upstairs says no, upstairs says go, upstairs echoes.

offbeat, offset, off-kilter, off-axis, then wobble.

just waiting for the skip again.

Radiohead clapping through “We Suck Young Blood,”

i’m copiloting from a reclined position, unfit to move, still traversing.