fake out

poem in
tiny
space,
small creative
etch-
ing
the nice words
the fine words
the sufficient
word
S.
art house
play afro jam beat,
my foot
is the only
synchronized rhythm
the laptop
typing is all off;
white noise in
between
the beats,
fake apples
fake lives /
our dark side, the
internal side, the
non-spoken.
startled by
fake windows,
to look
through
is paint.
no street
no traffic
no absurd parent
with a thousand
dollar stroller,
just the other
side of
Nothing.