Brighton, Michigan.

When
enough of you is
Seen
Launched
Festooned
In the coffin of sky,

Lavender shouting
names of the dead,
(the suicided before
birth)
jumping from cars
high-speed and wailing
in the tall summer grass,

you found yourself
knees smashed into the
carpeting,
beggar words gurgling
from your mouth

while in the next
town over,

all the farmers
slump in their chairs,
(now suburban)
hacking up memories
or lives.

The ADD of buying
Of selling of breathing
Flecked all over your face.