coming back to this later...

amidst gusto-winded weekdays, merriment formed at your core
with the pride-less, uncontrollable mannerisms
of bladders amoung a free-falling men

under frantic flails of limbs
my body hurling downward
facial expression
lying in
the future below, facial expression:

brought to you
by a bird's-eye view of an entire story that's
laced with bull****.

look up
somebody is there, occupying the vacancies between your tepid breaths of smoke.
for your breaths, it's me.

and right before my dead-weight yields
an unappreciated landing
atop rows of teeth, picket fences, and
legitimate free food
i'm playing the part of happiness,

pre-skewered.

and that is when,
in mid fall, and no matter your species,
you can fly