Light it up, blow it out.

by Marcus Cheney

First things first, become everything you hate
its the only way to understand what you discriminate
Thats how you learn before you burn all your bridges
i have vigils for everything  left behind
in the form of cigarettes
i breath the poison in slow to make time grow
the cancer  creates it self
in the form of negative thoughts
I smash the robots for spare parts
and piece them back together
for preservation
its an art form following failure
stitch the seems of dreams
when they rip and retire
resurrect the fire
with a simple spark
I’ll take two of each of you
divided by personality
for my own ark
where we can sail behind the veil
of the unknown