without knowing
we are risking our realities
as we might laugh
in square, glass rooms
in the morning
there was fog outside
and it covered me
completely in blue
there is a burgundy disruption
that always follows
them to work
on the way
the traffic is slow
a cluster of empty
stomachs lurch
while tendrils of smoke curl
around ankles and
around necks
slowly suffocating
amber insects
cremated books and
melodies wrecked
they are vulnerable
and they are exploitable
and everyone knows
it won’t ever be right
because we have seen it before
because the purple man’s death
showed that we’re still impolite
we are risking our realities
as we might laugh
in square, glass rooms
in the morning
there was fog outside
and it covered me
completely in blue
there is a burgundy disruption
that always follows
them to work
on the way
the traffic is slow
a cluster of empty
stomachs lurch
while tendrils of smoke curl
around ankles and
around necks
slowly suffocating
amber insects
cremated books and
melodies wrecked
they are vulnerable
and they are exploitable
and everyone knows
it won’t ever be right
because we have seen it before
because the purple man’s death
showed that we’re still impolite