Bugolgi Apparatus

Believe it or not, there's nothing to do now No one to talk to and absolutely no news Your friends are all working Taking care of loved ones They've temporarily forgotten anything outside Of the here and now (Meaning you) Soon they'll get online Tomorrow they'll like your status  But right now would be a great time To reflect on your madness

Service dogs In a city of eight million A woman rides the train With her service dog The dog helps her With the emotional Trauma of living In the world's Richest city And feeling like She's the only one Without love Or money

I have these moments  Where I forget   What I'm feeling   On the bus or in the park  Just for a moment  Before my life resumes  I could be  Anything at all  Carbon-based   Outer space dust  Mixed with water   The mind wanders far  Returning to this life  With a cue From my memories  Igniting my brow  Muscles contract  Nerves react   To some indignity   Pressing on me now  What was that?  How should I react?  Yes, I remember  This particular “now"