Rabbit, Run

von Steffen

Nights of sullen smog put a record on fading songs and mumbled lyrics burning whales washed up at your door all that was promised was a summer of lies vibrating in your throat pulsing, scarring itch resting atop the life-needle’s edge gasping at eroding breath mathematically deconstructing exhaling static energy none have returned from gazing silvan centers don’t ask their names feeders of souls placeless natives each a beggar dwellers in bottomless holes faithless masses toxic droplets ruined rivers a faceless people pushed into the callous waves run, rabbit run.