on the highway to industry
crushed in the crucible
i suddenly find my cracked iPhone screen
a much smaller problem
with blood pouring out
of my foremost orifice
with bones that creak
snap and break
with each laugh
i find myself standing at the edge
staring down death however dimly
i chuckle at the absurdity
thinking leaving the front door unlocked
and free to let in a cold breeze
was a crime
i giggle at the notion
as my blood seizes my throat
that life somehow isn't a joke
