Talia

Nothing nice in there
I drive fast and you just stare
Nothing kind inside
You snarl and spit and you writhe
The lab explodes
Showers the crowd with tin and rubber hose
Lunch in the park
Ruined for you by nagging thoughts
A bug crawled deep
It chirps and clicks and limits sleep
A plume of smoke
Rains the town with pipe and specks of stone
A sense you’re called
Healthy thoughts sputter and stall
Day out, in, then
Out again, it pricks the skin
The lab explodes
Showers the crowd with tin and rubber hose
Your eyes chipped plates
White and wide and webbed with veins
Your smile broad
Tongue exposed when you’re turned on
To see you thrilled
And that swell of joy lasts until
You catch a glance
Of this sad fucked world at it’s best
A plume of smoke
Rains the town with pipe and specks of stone