( via / me )

Cinquain.

"quisling quota"

this mummery · march into bare fields
singing jingles · snap thin fingers
want more same · the rows wiped smooth
what this skittles-sky · can't schedule
nor plumb plagueloss · not now nameable
shapes loom shambling · our share of New Spain
disappeared poets · in mid-accusation
unmet eyes · by the iron ringstand

Prayer to the God of Ketamine.

Our story for it is many things, but it all amounts to Habitat Loss.

"It was like the social psychology version of watching a Civil War amputation, watching Elke blonde around helplessly."