maybe we could take a trip to one of those musical roads
that are cut to hum a tune
let our ears buzz away the dark thoughts threatening
slithering, come-hithering
slide inside my wisdom teeth set on edge
til my voice is honeybees and my throat a hive
now my whole body is a single note i can't sing
and my spine is b flat since
silence used to be my blinders but now it's garroting gas
and you keep telling me
that existence leans towards chaos as inevitably
as the force of crystallization
and the neat order we enjoyed is diffusing
and the bees are disappearing
so let's just be friends.