out at the apothecary last night
cut through the kids out flipping their eyes
back and forth and back again
cages leaned on brick to hold broken spirits
gives the threshold a sickly glow
impasse with the septuagenarian
sweeping up the ashen evidence of accidents
caught the biting scent of something bitter
something familiar
breaking bubbles hold down the rhythm
unseen mechanisms set in motion
that only stop with the sun
burning out those stars I’ve seen enough of
tall dark vials uncorked
crimson on the counter
curious hues with light struck through
a little something to take the edge off
wash it down with something to bring me luck and love
must’ve worked
now the edges are gone
left with the frayed seams
just holding this all together
heart beats in modo di reazioni chimiche
I whisper to the symphonies inside
keep it going
we’re bringing down the lights
and letting the rain in
left them shaking their thoughts around
evacuation dumpsters full of debris
it’ll all go to hell eventually
fill my lungs and overtake the counter
buy myself some time in a clean glass
