smoke and fears

burnt haze exposes the way to realize
that the shingles opposite from over the pavement
are a curious shade of true shit,
not unlike a rooster caught in a tractors nuts,
goggleing and softening up in a pan of butter,
but you better believe it.
the whole world is seething and fed up;
a national disaster thrashing in the shallow end,
a shark of teeth gnashing at the little knees and their shins,
. an what we dont need, we never knew
cause we had it all saved up before it blew
and since the candles got forgot
we can not remember how to make them again.

a curious summize in an age of quality better than
the basement metal cuts, but cut from collective conscious
as soon as the dam busts./

try not to make a fuss