August 6th

Perfumed neighborhoods/graveyards the breath feels like
Flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance
Sirens whose light floods the ground
(«Praying mantis spreads arms"said the lines of whose palm?)
Skyline shifting like clouds became «airplane descends»
(Fade to scenes on the ground)
Human foreheads all smashed, foreign cars upside down
Insect mouths open wide I stared down a huge insect
Bright red-glowing eyes
(Does it feel wrong to say a thought «metastasized»?)
Legs on both highway sides
S a i d i n s e c t w a s m e c h a n i z e d ! ! ! ! ! !