Title: Airport Orders / c. 2025
Airport Orders. /
Gone for 4 months.
I learned to kill a man.
just to see through a screen.
Someone who looks like me.
I could've been just..
in the name of.
Things that are
Bigger than me.
I get to see.
This girl.
& she's.
Everyday. starving
For my attention.
For my.
Starving for me.
Perfectly. All on my screen.
As I eat up my orders.
Fed up
& so damn free.
& there's a girl starving
starving for attention.
& i watch her closely.
Remote & Controlled.
Just a few clicks away.
All while
Eating up his/my orders.
Fed up & so damn free.
Send them all to heaven.
For there there's bread.
I hear there's a way.
Sallied & rallied up.
Seat belted. For the sea shell trip.
As I press this pedal.
I get everything you ever aimed to be.
All this.
Squeezed out in Pump 3.
Spent on a drive to the beach.
Dying is an art, she does it exceptionally well.
Know you went swimmingly,
A flash of light in my head filled with orders.
Phoenix unseen, Mercury & lead.
So many Grenades. For those who don't behave.
Concussions & combustion engines.
& Inconveniently muffled.
To the general. Pop.
As rain on a.
Sunny day.
Getting in the watermelon lemonade.
As the rain drip drops.
Consequentially.
All so I can be so damn free.
Soda & toes up.
Soaked in green
As I Rockaway.
Whole family at the beach.
But. They're not mine. Or like me.
I'm just sitting on the street.
Panhandled & hand out. Starving.
For attention.
M4. & 556. Is all iC4.
On the forecast for me.
For when the wind blows.
The cradle will rock.
All fours to the floor.
As I Ford explore.
Hey, I heard that Venus came back.
Where do we draw the line.
When the grid goes down.
From lessons of those who.
Leach & leech from & for the same,
currents + currencies.
They currently teach.
I don't tip anymore.
I don't pay the preach
- I got to eat.
I got to.
Win it.
B.C. Tenets of tenure.
Never talked to me
nor my ancestry .com.
just auto bots & wire transfers,
Answer my prayers
or calls at night.
Come on.
Please.
Send them all to heaven.
For there there's bread.
& alleged mercy.
Or send them all to Paris.
For there there's bread.
Include meals in the Bastille.
Baguettes & baggage check complete. bon appétit. Merci.
Asylum for the island retreat.
Menu for this week, more days in the Bastion.
Formerly bombs strapped, to carrying my baggage.
As I proceed strap free.
Next week, I'll see them in Fashion.
Walking & talking.
Just like Queens.
Next weeks, I see them in the streets.
Just like queens.
Missed the rent due.
Mercy for the receipt.
All through my screen & they're sitting there starving.
But not like me.
I got my orders.
I have to get this bread.
For my family.
I have to get this bread.
So l can keep swimming suicides.
I have to stay free.
To eat my steak frites.
So I have to forget her.
As they're pepper spraying me.
My pepper corn. Adjourn.
Dijon & dior. And Diing. & everything else we on.
Until it's get boring.
Billboarding while doors boarding up.
We auto-ignore them.
High as can be.
Forgetting everything.
If you didn't know. Before.
Airborne. Is the only way to be.
Send them all to heaven.
For there there's bread.
I hear there's a way.
Load. Up. The.
Load up the. The drones up.
Delivered from the sky. Express.
Amazonian Feats. Cardiac.
Rest stops. No need to swim.
Or breast stroke.
Lay low. Head down.
On the pave.meant. Loaded.
It's already pay. Loaded.
From another. Place over.
Seas. Just see over.
They're going to the part sea.
They're going to.
Lay out the red carpet.
For you and me.
We deserve freedom.
For the blood we bleed.
Boarding in Zone 1.
Too many years starving.
Doesn't she know, I'm first.
Doesn't she know, I'm in the front of the line.
I got to eat.
How could she?
Following orders.
I have to.
Get this.
Bread.
Too many years starving.
Doesn't she know, l'm supposed to be first to go.
Doesn't she know.
She dies, better than me.
Jet Le Parti. July 26. 2025.