Your Vacuum Grave

by

Jaye B.

pic by Jaye B.

You look at the vacuum tube,

That is cradled in your hands,

But you still don’t know how you got to,

Such a dark and loveless land.

Tucked behind the Paradise Mirage,

So you hold a mirror up to the future,

And Watch it crack into the,

Emblematic Funeral where your soul,

Got trapped, Your soul got trapped,

In the vacuum tube that,

You hold your Hand and,

The ink in your retinas,

Gets sucked into the motherboard,

You never should’ve put the gun,

To your head,

Because look at where you are:

A Paradise Mirage shrouded.

©2024-Jaye B.

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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Jaye B. News @ Paypal, Cash App or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com