this net

rich in cigarettes and alcohol
what you get from fictional net
meant to prevent the fall

grace is a facial you once got
looked good from the front
as you were walking away

stay. once. mull it over a minute
looked good from the front
when you were wrapped up in it

but i digress (while i figure it out)…

a shout is a thought a vowel you just bought to win the game to circumvent sane and win big money! big prizes! the compromise is that you sold yourself short and the stupid moment you bought is as temporary as tooth fairies and easter egg hunts and staying adult when told so now i want that vowel, that letter, that thought to be sold because the game is not to be won but to be begun on your terms in spite of waiting worms— big money!— crawling out answers in corners so i wanna kick a shout in the head and command it to think instead and contain familiar refrains of decades gone and move on…

but i digress.

rich in cigarettes and alcohol
fists full of fictional falls
thoughts like tannins taint recall

this net is far too strong