the hatchbacks
slept on the blacktop
we are between heatwaves
& the wheelie bins
the cat rolls in soil
fug you the soldier said
this is the end my friend
& go to work now
under june sun
we are between heatwaves
& the wheelie bins
are scattered
in the wake of vans
the news is bad / i am scared
the news is bad / i am scared
ever it was / but more so
the cat rolls in soil
the soil is very very dry
my emergency solar radio combo
charges its capacitor
on the window sill
~
~
fug you the soldier said
his chest wound bubbling again
& all the dry teats cough air
into the famine mouths
& all the dry teats cough air
into the famine mouths
& all the fat teats belch oil
into the unexplored godzilla sea
this is the end my friend
can you picture what will be ?
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