everyone's fucking to forget the strangeness,

start turning your key in wet tar on an endless road,
crawl into your mailbox,
with blue feathers sticking out of your rectum,

the emptied pools are viewing us
with lucid emptiness
grey and invisibly stacked

cats are eating the tuna sandwiches
we dropped on the tiles
on our way to the hard empty pool
where our greater eyes were waiting
in the future's stupid blood