The paper spills across the table.
Across the floor.
Envelopes the room.
The instructions for assembly
were left on the deck out in the rain.
No need to expect the unexpected
when you don’t expect a fucking thing.
Common sense and self-taught expertise.
Critical thinking skills and
lots of weed.
Jigsaw puzzle, rubik’s cube.
Cipher metafiction hidden meaning.
City busted streets are bleeding.
allegory, alliteration, assimilation, four…
(What the fuck d’you talk like that for?)
Sunshine Saturdays and squeaky doors
pushing open by some unknown force.
of the ones
none of the ones
could be forever;
every day is a glorious