the eye popping vascularity of this planet so
slide a needle into its plaque forest glue
in its hot little kitchen grab a bite about
what the hell you're locked into
weaponised plankton so heavy
between rails you can't move them
though the underlife and declining
is sucking
your fingers through ailerons jamming the
page you can't turn to
interrupting the president sworn in when you
didn't watch TV in his diner
the nails in your hands remind you this
mythical beast under your mythical burden is dying
you're so cool on the inside while on the
outside your children are burning