lava

i wake up
and do
what i do

great
derailing
trains glide through
my head

enough pressure
to make anxiety
envious

i go to sleep
and do
what i do

and still
there's talk of
bombs
and abortions,
of light
and listlessness

the world turns
in and upon itself
every single
moment,
suckling the tit of
eventuality,
boring the shit
out of kids
and making adults
pray to unrelenting
gods
of misinformation
and reckless
abandon

bring hope
and settle down to do
what you do

let it linger
on the
truth for
a minute more

sleeping in volcanoes
isn't all what it's
cracked up to be.