Holy rot. I cover the street.
Breaking, breaking.
Loose glass, filling with blood.
Teeth on the pavement.
Teeth in the sky.
I’m sick of these smiles.
Blood flowing laughter.
The body turned inward.
Crossing a river.
What connects me to you?
The hunger. The horror.
The wretched maw of time.
laughing through the pavement glass breaks and the ocean rises bones teeth hair stupid smiling faces thursday night the earth is flooding but the children run fingers through empty palms cans runoff spoiled dirt faces pressed into the earth like bottle caps dead birds wrapped in ******* and oil drinking black bourbon death puking why ******* why wrists pills exhaust fumes rope around the neck no wonder life wastes through itself in this post-ironic age