Forever you find
there is a bottle of Sriracha, almost empty
a player piano. They have not made them, in that form, the original form
that was invented in the aughts, of 1900, of the year.
on top there are hundreds of rolls, the kind you use to play them
you can find them, the songs, waiting to be played again.
there is a bottle of Sriracha, almost empty
I was waiting for something
I was waiting for a while. What was I waiting for with a bottle of Sriracha?
Could it be a bowl of dan—dan noodles? Some scrambled eggs? The wonderings,
the musing, the mental searching was interrupted.
It was a book. A signed book. The Anthropoenene Reviewed* anthropocene, yes
that is it.
— MichaelRpdx
* I was reading the title of the book from the book and I still misspelled it. geeze