BY JOEY SWEENEY

Please know
oh forthcoming tribe of entitellios
you now live
upon the brittle remains
of one thousand junkie ghosts
hundreds upon hundreds of illegal park jams
untold waves of grand American pilsner piss
splashing upon the rock that is the foundation of your new home.

If you listen closely
if you disable your internet of things
you will hear
the sound of needles cracking
then snapping together
to form a jaw of wire
whose laughter
shall haunt
your dreams.