Sliced bread confuses the soulmate solution, redeemed in pairs.
Bottle-caps unscrewed presenting the naked grooves arranged for plastic perfection.
Via microchips. Made in squares, set in rectangles,
Proclaiming unseen value, an illusion of technique.
Air filters capture cellular waste.
Replenished wholesale from frayed tissue-
Securing viscera in place.
Ripe for an organic audit.
MADE IN NATURE!
Soul-mates and credit cards
Are made by nature.
Car alarm corrupts
The lull formulated
By mid-day. Beeps customized in klaxon scales
Invade the rooms housing stay at home parents,
Their kin and 3rd shift dreamers, sleeping off: “what day
None claim ownership of the violent noise,
For none are aware it’s their noise to claim.
Such is the vultures conundrum
Upon discovering road-kill,
Be it deer, or human
Value none the wiser
No two pairs
Taste the same.