Corridors crammed with saucy self-concept
likely to spill on the linoleum
floor: “You got something to eat? Give me some.
Thanks, good looks”: we are most likely inept

Passion, patience. Green-yellow leaves fighting
off winter in this hollow hill of earth
in this anthropocenic scene where birth
is instant failure sous neon lighting

Nevertheless, I still gave them candy
quickly devoured in the punchy air
impregnable to the charms of A/C

This Halloween I’m a balmy dandy
deprived of oxygen, my lungs aware.
The world will hope that is my lone folly.