Member Poem

I told the man kill me zero dark thirty rearrange the building plans like a cubist masterpiece and when I look around me I think everyone is drowning smoking shadows off tinfoil under the bridge suffocating on the air we breathe

Let's all get down it's time to celebrate bombs in the sky jumping out of airplanes and these parasites all climbing up your spine the virgin paper that you swallowed dissolved in your enzymes and now you blow the whole neighborhood over while your shooting colors out of your eyes

There's all this black shit spinning in the vortex ripping textiles off the walls and the sheets off the bed we're at war with the voices in the neck pulling apart their guns with magnets if you told me you could fit the whole world inside a stranger I wouldn't believe it so instead I asked the man for one favor

I wrote it down on a blank sheet of paper