city.

never never will be "this way" again;
moments that laughter end.
hommunculus blooming.
tv to sleep.
intoxicated into intolerance.
an accident waiting but not happening.
elements of concepts undefined.
loveless and refined.
lost in a dogshit esquinita with patches of holes multiplying.
unproductive cathartic genuity..
it might feel like genocide
a swarm of ticks pitted against the channel 2 antenae.
oh hell, that 4-day hangover feels just fine.
next time
it wont be a tune
of garbage trucks a beloved might miss..