jagged broken teeth

glass covers everything like glitter after a stripper shakes her head over your lap

save the mosquitos, nuke the whales, there is a feral cat epidemic like an anti bubonic plague

you are my albatross, my sign of land, my lonely flying friend

flotsam and jetsam and

ambergris, floating whale vomit that used to be the base of perfumes

oddly beautiful for something so rancid, invaluable

the man who created sea monkeys was into white power

it feels like a task force is surrounding the apartment, guns ready, body armor and badass hand signals

the gas grenade breaks the sliding door and fills the room with smoke

rapidly trying to take all of the smoke into my chest, tastes of daffodils and anise, hints of oak and cherries and the subtle burn of the bronchial tubes

on the verge of armageddon, destined to repeat because we are too stupid to learn

mixed martial arts for orphans in china, knockouts and strikes in exchange for food and shelter

the first rule of write club is it is overblown and underwhelming

second rule is arbitrary

the third rule is there are no rules and that is the only rule that matters even as it contradicts itself and becomes a mockery of what it was meant to be

man was not meant to run himself hence women

women were meant to rule but peace is pricy hence the men

burn incense for buddha, become incensed because of allah, less intense than melodrama, too repressed for ganesh and four arms short of shiva

digging a hole to the center of the planet, through slate and hell and lava and magma and minerals and liberals and fake news and equal rights for unethical beings

duck and weave, fuck and weep, go to sleep, drown your last good byes and set sail for forever

the albatross the stunning loss, fighting the wind and learning to dance again

to feel the leather against your cheek, the kicks to your ribs, the low blow unseen but as real as anything

you are my albatross and I your ambergris, you my land and me the sweet side of floating lost at sea, my north star, my beacon, my guiding light

teeth like daggers, words like steel, talons where hands used to be

flying or floating, nothing is as it seems

lost in the currents, the thermals, this labyrinth maze

just stop drop and roll, curl up in a ball and let the radiation wash over you, cleanse you, and make you more

president xi or chairman mao, wikileaks and assassinations in north korea

a president that has no grasp of true, instant gratification, no political repercussions

the smell of salt and arson

burn it all to the ground

myanmar and bangladesh, persecution and armed insurgence

build a new land on the floating plastic island in the center of the pacific, a current free basin for freedom

follow the lone bird and we can set up shop, gather vomit and make a home for future generations, have my children and we can repopulate the world with intelligent design before the oceans boil and methane fills the sky over california

glitter and shattered canines, the broken bones of giants and a heightened sense of fight or flight

cunt punched and limp on the side of the road

every thing crumbles in time

and i look for you, my albatross to guide me back to dry land