the ignorance of bliss back to some-
thing raw. The sting of innocence
on a stone floor. So overrated it’s
fantastic. Sneeze. In an attempt to
stretch the night out like a yawn.
Sit on your face, some genetic
loophole. It begins today.
To fill in the blank. I saw you
on the wire. Held you in a
million pieces. Words are
trunks sawed open. Half
here. So that the pixels
actually spark. What a
turkey, choking the air
out of the sky again.
