this black cloud
of dust that’s sweeping
over the two of us. Or if
I can’t lift it because it’s stuck

I wish to **** it up
with a giant straw and exhale
the contents right straight
to mars. Or if I can’t **** it

up I’ll add water until it
becomes a thick black paste the
consistency of mud. Roll it up
wearing gloves. And make a

venom snowman. So, if that ****
sun came out this creature of tar
it would start to melt. And shovel
the **** back where it came –

never to see it again!