the tiles that encompass me are falling like dominos this is blackness at its zenith and I have a coneful lucky me it’s like the summer of ‘96 all over again and my friend’s dad jumped in front of a coal train we ate ice cream that day in the dank Minnesotan heat everyone was dripping the mosquitoes were flocking in green cloud ignite flame ignite and the crunch of bones like this water falling on my shoulders wash wash again the sticky syrup from my chin and poor Dane’s pants smell and there is **** pooling at his ankles enjoy this chocolate-dipped cone or possibly this one with patriotic sprinkles no I think I’ll pass I’m watching my ten-year-old figure you see this paunch? it is my heart it is so fat and ugly take it from me, god enjoy it on top of your sundae I always looked better red-chested anyway