haze poem

1 2 371 400 problems in a three hour average (and that's just an estimate).

and soon, it catches up to me and soon, it all disappears and as soon as the lights vanish within the haze the smog fills my lungs, fogs my mind and my past is blurred: a smudge of condensation on the morning mirror breaking my concentration (and my reflection).

(I'm) choking, suffocating. it wrings the words out of me, it escapes through my fingertips it streams out the ears and it pours itself as ink and pixels on a screen.

cover yourself. stay indoors. keep the tele on, monitor the situation. the weather could be bad for health.

hold your breath (until your death).