James Dean, Pencil Sharp, and an Anthropomorphic Pile of Trash

A Strange Reaction

Halogen bulbs and moving parts

Less fresh air for once

A memory burned into my skull

The only one of its kind.

Two arms around two shoulders

Tyranny with a gentle grip

Consent via obsession

The world's shortest line.

A flailing juvenile prison

The sky as rounded diamonds

Motion for the sake of motion

Midnight as an asphalt dusk.