SYNET072

ride fast and sweat past birch ignoring the trees’ coy pleading. find oaks bottom and glide past goths hugging ipads playing youtube snuff on stolen wi-fi.

erimace knowingly at the poet sipping fanta. soar through sun beam bars and suck flies through baleen teeth. choke in a glade.

it doesn’t take much to make a deathbed blooming rotted joy even when sandwiched between speeding subarus and warehouses full of country echoes.

rub your skin covered in dead things like a road trip wind shield. wetly crush mosquitoes while crouched at the edge of traffic.

make an oozing camouflage on your flesh and sing sweet psalms to the cadaverous twilight.