there is plastic
in my lungs I'm sure
along with tar and blackened newspaper clippings
mingling with the mucus
forming something not quite solid
I have my doubts about chopped-up writing
the spoken word on TV screens
prose about precaution, chanting
"There is a war someone's backyard
and alligators creeping through the sewers
ten tips to stay alive..."
some people die
when they think they're dead
The world only goes round by misunderstanding- Charles Baudelaire
