excess playing
the styrofoam lies
unaltered cyclical, untied ways
unopened, unopened, unopened
littered with half words
searching for the non-blocking answer
we slam the wall
full speed one hundred thirty
into the flying shrapnel of oblivion
lying in pieces on the highway; no exuberance goes unpunished
knowing the angry deity; nor any defiance of life’s incendiaries
sadness is the order, madness of the day
defy
