some sort of analogy to the holidays, probably

semiconscious of
the bumper cars
bouncing off of
one another showering
plastic and sparks
off the concrete median
while i thread between
cars at too fast
consumed by the words
singing serenely
into the dappled gray

logistically speaking
i should be dead
crushed beneath the
trailer of the semi
taking out cars in
a seemingly random
dance of carnage as i
blissfully luxuriate
in the poetry blossoming
over tender scar tissue
but god loves ugly
and i am her favorite
pumching bag so i
dart between corpses
to do another call that
is utterly pointless

it’s beginning to look
a lot like chaos
everywhere i go
blank faces staring
at each other in distrust
what we reap we sow

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