Clean Up On Aisle 9

Words written on a widescreen sheet of paper
                              flickering like my heart
              tying to maintain a kind of equilibrium
                                                when I should just 360 into a freefall
                              running down the molecules
                                                                        like a tropical dust storm
                                                in the middle of the ocean

clouds cut from the same damp cloth
                              spill their guts to a girl named Squeaky
              who folds up the beach
                                                like a piece of aluminum foil