I can hear the cars thawing
alerting me, like a snapped twig
as chunks falls in a heap of emotion
there will be thunder in your lungs
a brawl in the brain, loud lulls
a confetti skyscraper tumbles
like a tuna can's stink controlled
under the tires the ground gets pushed
around in a box, water drips, freezes
your lips feel dry, pulsing in heat.

The dude on the left is dropping sarin gas
writing about what I view of the channel that shows our decision makers at work
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- Nolan
- A skeptical NBA fanatic who tries to raise children by say and wait tables by night. Making jokes is a side hobby and puns are specialty. Reads news, thinks about city planning, transportation, and why anything exists.
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