cant do what you cant do unless
you’re powered by something bigger
than a claimed 9.5 hour battery life
which keeps going and going and going
until 9.51 hours at which point you will
die perfectly without lasting even a second
longer than you’re measured to do that’s what
you’re like when you try to do what you cant
do

stick to what you’re good at

you live right-of-center
chest cavity
as a hollow feeling

you poke at my ignition

gas floods my eyes

and if i do not move
i will explode

and if i do move i will
drive ’till the atlantic
or pacific or
indian
and i don’t even want
you to come with me

i don’t even want
you at all
if not for a second.

everything’s come unraveled
but that’s hardly the point
everything is
done
it’s done
it’s done for
and nothing can be
done
to reconcile this much damage

Or maybe there is something
but we’ll need the largest spindle in the world