Dapper.  Crisp.  Resembles no one.

Arms race.  Chest caves.  Instant coffee sits idle.

Jazz darkness.  Lost in the hallway.

Righteous.  Wrong.  Thinks like everyone.

Background noise.  Trumpets sail.  Drinks gasoline.

It’s Satan In A Bow Tie.

This is official Project Astral poetry

– Raphael Baldaya