sun

the music on the radio is sounding false again,

punk

seems more ridiculous the further time drifts

from 1977.

bring on death, the flower, and flour.

a lonely man surround by friends.

and a cat,

dog,

insects,

birds in the trees in the backyard.

people say they love the sun

but

science tells us the sun will eventually grow bored

and inhale us,

like a hippopotamus breathes in a fly

when it yawns,

or a supermodel sucking on a cigarette with those dead

‘I am beautiful’ eyes.