The ***** of yesterday's
plans fell out, rolled down
several diamond-laced gutters.
You laughed, smiled,
said it was my fault.
Rosemary breath and
tinted windows kept
us from seeing the truth.
The truth was stolen
by a few members of
a dawn-worshiping cult,
an organization based
around shafts of light.
Unfriendly to insomniacs,
they constantly carry
alarms clocks tucked
within their pockets.
Pockets within the
hot-breathed earth
hold liquid sanity and
solidified fear.
Blind, shit-eating
worms guard these treasures
with myriad enchantments.
Unfortunately, modern science
has not allowed us
to discover these things.