Cyntax

Don’t Put Your Faith in the Universe

Morning stars fall—
just look at Lucifer
and red-eyed flights
to red planets are a long way off

bang

now what was that?
Something collapsed in the hallway
under the stairs, I crept
for fear of making it angry

Bang

there it goes again,
with aftershocks—
flavored pop rocks in your
ten-year-old mouth

BANG

it all seems a little
arbitrary
it all seems a little less
than

BANG!

fine, whatever. Be that way.
Point that pistol at your head
and pull the fucking trigger—
I’m going to bed.