into the skin, breaks in a creased forehead.
Linen from insides
Plasticated hot wheels.
Activated air bags,
prank flour explosions from the ledge of a door,
door handle swings,
funny how one day it looks like rain and the other
not just a gale,
a down pouring hurricane.
The end is here, baby
but flailing and pleading,
Bust its last change at high noon,
fingernails, shoes, chewed, dug into dusk.
Politics' lips slapping, struggle shaping, stuttering
your best friend who tells lies to keep live,
assembling dark matter 'cause our lives matter
Like the old man
who fell asleep at the wheel.