We put insanity
to a pumping back beat
throb to chaos
My eyes tap in time
ticking
I can hear you
just
over the sound
of collapse
blocks of us
tumble
a bass rumble
snatches and catches
us unprepared
There is nothing concrete
to cling to
no image or scenery
just the sound
of me
going quiet
And your pursed lips
will not take me in
will not bring
escape
We jitter
and arch
figures dancing in the
flames of our world
Tomorrow
we will pick up the pieces
and decide
which bin
to put us in
