As the red sun lazily sinks under the horizon
and, racing across the blackening sky, white stars blink to life and death
and life and death and ...
As fernsmoke rises into yellow clouds of fury,
drifting, coiling puffs of organic tephra,
collectively ashing a cigarette that only grows with every drag onto the
concrete ashtray — now that's real jungle heat.
As salt creeps into the gaping mouths of rivers and leaden water pipes,
crusts over the neverending beige of sidewalk,
crystallizes in layered deposits to the rhythym-trance of waves knocking
gently, firmly, insistently at rows upon rows of plasterwood doors;
Reminder: Stop killing yourself.
Snooze?
The quartet mount their hungry steeds
Their mortal squires prepare the feed.
Remember the ones who go before.
Irony Poison 