the gaps

the mind stretches the gaps of lost translations    
like the boy with marker face said, it looks like a code,    
gotta step right in front of dadas font and get    
rolled over with his verse-hearse horse    
swan song as he(we )dribble bomb careening crash    
to shattered mirror minded nothingness, shards of    
love(less) black glass space tornados ripping apart    
the neural roots of meaning, the seed heart of thought losing    
all signs, no home to hang an indoctrination upon was ever    
here in this directionless dark matter of soul the gps    
maps to oblivion, u-turn at the go straight here    
till you hit the green light flat line stop sign, no time    
to text hello goodbye, she’s to busy reading books from other    
faces anyway to notice your last tear (maybe if it was    
cat memes) but it’s too  late for you to twerk it up a notch,    
your yahoo soul uploaded to the horizon and funerals are    
pricy so we'll tweet it out and eat a funnel cake in honor of    
your carnival, tell god not to bother coming back we've got good wi-fi    
and the kids have been starving so long now it's too late for them anyway