Industry City

White dew at the corner
of anyone's mouth is distracting, okay?
When talking at all I plumb depths.
A bit of relaxation is good
for everyone who gives in a carnal age.
I'd like a warm day where
its never cold. Then a bath
and more clapping. The antidote
is cleaved from the passages
that explain a way out. A buttery wind
batters us with line-reducing moisture beads.
Pop-Tarts, Cap'n Crunch,
and Chocolate Quik.
I won't hanker for anything when
we're gone, just a raw tablet and
out of there. You can walk past
where I'll be waiting for the bus.
There are terrible things in store
for all of us, but not all bad.