Blinders and Ear Plugs

Forever crashed, a footnote tucked away.

Chinese checkered life,
hopping over each other.

Formaldehyde brain theatre meltdown,

a sleep gyration,
a stapled crown.

A virgin parade promptly cycled
past the bank, the cathedrals, only to

revel in tomorrow’s crusted-over weight.
The way hell follows shadows sneaking.