Guns don’t kill people, suicide does;
you sold your eyes so long ago
that you’ve forgotten what Detroit looks like.

Well, it looks like a ruin
and we leave it at that:
we kings and queens
of digital thorns in digital sides
in computer space where limits are lost
and I have lost my remote self-control.

My inspiration comes from here and there
but mostly from here.
Let’s open up like empty coffins,
let’s not fold like a 2-7 offsuit
but play this hand even when we fear the end is bitter.
And no end is as bitter as the one you enter willingly
or who knows?
Maybe you do now.