against hard times
as we crush cars
like accordions and
tear tanks in two like
tissue paper
because the muscle strains
in our chests
turned out to be heart ache
which turned into
heart burn and left
our insides scorched
as martian suburbs
so now we butcher
butterflies and assassinate
landscapes just to
feel alive
even though
we can hear our
deaths like
black violins
and see our futures
bursting like fire works
and femoral arteries
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