between thoughts,
nothingness--
a perfect chill to cool the self's
overindulgence;
a perfect set of teeth on the ribs
from a complete stranger.
i'm back with
everything--
a perfect weight to lean on my
quivering chest;
a perfect confusion for my tilting
centre of gravity.
i lost, i saw,
i thought i saw--
a perfect state of dystopia for all the
grey-eyed protestors;
a perfect day for inheritors
of a dayless night.
southside system...southside system...southside system DOWN.
