.5 mg
a cursor
blinking blinking blinking
white documents craving a crumpling
Little ziploc,
where is the riveting road?
where is the fluorescence?
formaldehyde, pump the language
.5 mg
a shadow comes in focus
I convulse under the eye of the sun
the past is past, I say!
and I'll be pumping the Methanol
to stand atop the future!
.5 mg
is the debunker
a vacuum sees me get drunk
I leave it at my house in the dark and Kinich shows me the way to the bar and the highway and I take nothing with me and move out like the echoes of the old shadows in the studio they were clunking as i shut the door
.5 mg
am I on the road?
the asphalt is crumbling
I find a raspberry bush
and I eat in dissolution