5.


If your head aches, then clearly you’re about to


Birth a cityYou wonder what’s mine, but


I can’t remember to cap the toothpasteThe T-Rex roars


The terror of housecats, the terror of honeysuckles


All winter longThey only know that we used to be


Close in the going going green, but here in the watchtower


Petroleum surrounds usI keep myself locked in the basement


In darknessAnd you in the blowfish


Who’s twelve stories tallAll other threats


To our existence pale in comparisonI dream


Of you walking the fossil-fueled dogI have heard


its ambulance barking roughly through your sternum


The crying most splitting its atoms between us


Refinery nurse ever flashing the pan