The Wake

My eyes swell and ferment—
This poetry of desensitization
postured on this glass and plastic
synthetic mask I asked it to stop but it kept blasting and
what is it to break the flow—

Give me some good old fashioned barn burning
best be sure that you mask this with petrol
and ask it to burn through to the exteriors
bind with the lines masquerading as cobwebs curtaining the street sides.

I’ll give it a hello and call it a halo glow
with a drip, drip skid of toxic ecstasy.
I want to expose Grey’s
Anatomy and drag it across the floor.