Fatso Jetson
royal family
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Hot sad space, and your sense of belonging
Through the mesas and rail yards and the streets
Observations in the dust storm gain attention
Some recover some are jettison to space
Rising up and pushing down,
where the friction meets the ground
No exception to the needs of the royal family
This commitment to habitual disasters
migrant monarchs turning back to painted hills
toward Slab City to Imperial diseases
Chance encounters with imperial unknowns
Rising up and pushing down,
where the friction meets the ground
No exception to the needs of the royal family