The Bourgeois Anxiety

DISTANCE! I felt physically inseparable.

Distance, the American coins felt cold between us.

Could you climb up to me?

Homeless sun

and our higher than thou rays!

Oh, from the sun.

Oh, from the sun too!

So, the “besssst”:

Sunshine ray eyes too talented at it, too talented!

“Those undisciplined vagrants!

that disheveled. It beats: filthy grime of poor!”

Our rays of danger, but their hearts of like.

Their hearts: dirty dusts falling out of capitalized urbanization.

Surely a powdery dependency/ mentally unstable

Sunshine ray eyes detached from a sun.

Sunshine ray eyes from a sun.

Sunshine ray eyes from the sun.

But the American coins feel really cold between us.

And the sunshine rays I give you so subliminal

You’re our failure of cookie-cut

You’re the bourgeois anxiety.