--each a world
unto themselves--curiously will also die,     -Butch Decatoria


one world breaks free
leaving behind inadequacies constructed
dark matter parting
like crowds for an EMT
the power of a siren
when colored with blood and fear

transient bellhops eagerly reach
calloused hands slick with Vaseline
attempting to alleviate any misunderstandings
through suggestive banter and rubbing of their crotch..
bile rises with fervor
tightly clasped hands only rainbow the spew

“is this really happening?”
swaying trees seems to whisper
sharpened chains rip away time
answers drift down polluted streams –