Bless these hackles!
The atmosphere in its lunacy cackles
and thrusts its muffler
over immediate space.
I’ve been rudely displaced before,
but never on an existential scale.
My personal flailings
have finally fucked up the decor
beyond reason. Give it to me
straight, no mixer required.
For once, I’m just a little too tired
to breathe.

-r. miller

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