Give up the ghost, pressed hard against the window panes.
Slow soothing movements in a crush, glaciers riveting stones to stones.
Remember your place, remember your place.

Rising dawn and frosty morning dew, scatter-drop spiderwebs of ice.
It’s only a dream, reaching out into a void of white clouds and blue.
Playing loud guitar at an after-hours club to break the monotony.

Screeches in the night, owls eating bats as testament to the food chain.
Is there even a food chain when only apex predators feast on pizza in the night?
Or will the world-breakers shatter the crust and render it moot?

Headbanging rowdy against a windshield, pinned in the wreck.
Going M.I.A. in the mountains, then again in the desert.
Better red than dead, blood transfusions are the norm.

Detest being a snob.
Batter the glass until you can’t raise a fist anymore.
Swing your weight around.

Ain’t got a hope left in the sunshine.