Auslantis, TX
poem about nauti things
cloudy West Campus, four keys, none in the ignition crackles and lightbulbs, bubbles in guts, waving through fog, floating a submarine bobbing past tankers onto Guadalupe St., radar beeping so loud the reflections shake, water ricochets off of the force field while pistons pump fumes into chambers, and just for a droplet this bubble doesn’t pop.
1[“The Lost City of Auslantis” (colorized) circa 2019]
Poetry Tip of the Day!
This poem is a catch-all to the following questions:
Why do you like Austin so much?
What’s so special about Texas?
Do you ride a horse to school?
What do you even do for fun?
Enjoy :)
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prompt by 44 and alley-ooped by Midjourney