little something poetry the king of stuff is high on a mountain-top city-smoke billowing out of his mouth his heart pumps ice-water his feet keep the time his apathy is magnetic and the sky will fall while the king of stuff is still standing of that you can be sure. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...