Tyler Durden

A set of purple clouds
to frame the lightning forks
Sitting in plastic chairs on concrete balcony
grasp the metal railing
Born in 1989
we pray for fire
These five floors would collapse on us
I would dive for that tree
I would kiss you and cry
How awful, she says, that would be to die
crushed by the building
or by flood or wind
Slouching copper
we absorb the shock
wired to the ground
we dig at our scalps
refresh the browser
we pray for fire



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