Poem 009.
05/19/2026
the rancid underbelly of a turncoat
fluorescent, last bastion of integrity
leaving the station
i didn't mean it
yet the blast zone of your ionizing radiation
stretches far
to all conceivable horizons, to the ends of personal narrative
i can't help it
a narrative controlled and corralled
bled dy to clinical specifications
please
underfoot,
all things bleed red
