
sketch: it was then I knew I had to put the cat in the cage

smashing through the snow and dust
picking up the things we must
knowing which is which is tough
but once you’ve had, you’ve had enough
squeaking like a cage of mice
hauling ass on my old bike
feeling stupid
so I fill my head with nails
hammers too inside this empty cage
now they have each other
and cages collapse as the minutes e-lapse
bright little pixels assail me