Once more, with feeling –
and you fall to pieces like that,
in an unceremonious way,
you fall to pieces, and the pieces
fall to the floor, and the floor falls to…
This space is intentionally left blank.
How cranky do you have to be, after all,
after all the detritus settles
and starts planning a city?
One thing is certain – witty
remarks won’t save us from
whatever shit fate’s cooking up.