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