Poetry · Writing

light kombat

she asked if

i was blinded by the lights;

two k set up in a alley

behind a Wendy

are they, too bright’

when the scripture hit the pen

humanity paused-

those lights

those lights filled a stadium three times the earth

a field for gods to play finger football

& were too puny to even place a bet

so no, thee-

these lights were made for mortals

mortal pain mortal gain

all in the ring

mortal kombat

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