Descent

descent

sliding

head-first

into the

abyss

aloft and below a sub-pitch of sound echoing off of
ear canals and hollows the specialty of rain laden
rooftop serenaders singing about the loss of sincerity
with all of these little breaking things, it's a wonder
anyone can feel at all the sounds of wreckage spilling
into dreams and chaos is abound with love sick hope
that something will be better when the morning comes
but oh, the ends of the hairs are splitting now,
unraveling spools of thread lead the way out into
the yellow lined blackness pointing away from this

time travel

black holes

bending minutes

distortion

and waiting

nausea and headaches, fumes
billowing in from outside
lighting a match is death
a heavy essence of exhaust
an open air intake vent
and the leafblower of doom

a safety

extension

life & limb

malfunctioned

into regret