The wrecking crew comes in,
the cinder blocks go out
like light bulbs cracking against cement.
Remind the self to dance.
Dance, dance, dance!
Dance as though your life depends on it!
The wrecking crew comes in,
breaths go out
like cinder blocks split by metal.
Softcore, hardcore, softcore.
One and zero and one and zero.
Like light bulbs cracked against cement,
nasal push button the taste of what was meant.
Mean grille.
You asked for teeth. Hang a hat. On the way out.
