And then I was blown.
Just a few short bursts
is all it took to drain that
shit-pig twenty twenty-five
into an ether no bulge-heavy
bruise-colored cloud’s gonna
barter for. That’s it?! I faux-fath
omed, worming my way back into
the television set, my new closest friend
that gets ever closer. I wanna tie the
knot. Around my neck. And then like
machine-gun fire, the world is a-
rumble with death-laden life
again. Nothing steady in death-
sounding. Like a brand new corpse
dangling from a thrice-readied noose.
