the crowded construction interrupts my spacious saturday morning.
-in the internet news, there's war
and t & a i suppose.
there's emotions rampant and raging
like secret wars on a facebook feed,
and all those public opinions.
there's the lost crouchings of ourselves
enfolded inside other ones of ourselves
and we're all gonna get our big break right?
when they catch us
we'll transform into beasts for our crimes,
a so-subtle punishment
along the vast planes of our souls,
and all those sports stations
all that beer soaking into the gaping floorboards
all that hidden pensiveness.
we'll be the last ones left here
drinking the sweet nectar of defeat
on a defeaning fall morning,
all those tubes going into the ground
with the buzzing machines and the cicadas.