i can time-travel
…i guess its ‘hibernating’
it really works though
i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled
three pills twice a day
i cant remember your face
i guess i dont mind
a puddle forming
a sentence left unfinished
a dish best served cold
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
a turn of the wheel
one more solar rotation
please keep on living
in a dark forest
a tree trunk spans a ravine
we’re chased to it’s peak
mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street
on the radio
you struggle reading adverts
wordplay falling flat
she tears down the walls
an insatiable hunger
the cityscape looms
start threading the noose
i’m leaving today, you know
new york fucking sucks
it knows everything
knows where you’re vulnerable
knows all your secrets
mosquito bitten
sun-burnt and dehydrated
we trudge through the swamp