cradled in the pumpkin patch
only to drown in the the canal
along with all the discarded tat.

i would laugh if it wasn't for the aerosol in my chest
and microplastic in my spine.

dining on cardboard fish as to not upset
THE NATURAL HIERARCHY
of things
and so jeff can go to space in a *****.

such ****** performances to languish
UNDER!
the carvings in my countenance tell me
autum will deliver ORANGE RED.