Volcanic ash washes
over Europe. The Internet comes
crashing around
our ankles. I smell a generator
run off
at the mouth. And my jaw
aches for a bearing
down closer to where
you might have placed
your tongue
for a measure.
Volcanic ash washes
over Europe. The Internet comes
crashing around
our ankles. I smell a generator
run off
at the mouth. And my jaw
aches for a bearing
down closer to where
you might have placed
your tongue
for a measure.