Saturday, April 12, 2025

a note for a Saturday in spring

His ears filled with teeth that told him what to do.
 
The boss to beat to go to the next level. Beat him a little dead to get there. His body comprised God numbers. God-like he was not.
 
Do not talk to friends, do not join dying conversations. This works. Drugged, pharmacy never cared, left to live a life seeing the air move. Security failed if you are alive and for employment with nowhere else to go.