sugary skulls

last night driving beneath
spectating stars

in search of sweet relief
and the scent of roses

passing by the dimming light
of middle class towns

i felt that nebulous panic
the inexplicable terror

when you know things
will never be the same

recounting recent deja vu

suffering bodega intuition

space man’s face locks into scream

at the sight of blood
on a waning moon

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