no decisions will be made today!
it will all be scattered.
all the kept pieces will lose their place
and I will love you no more!
my oceans will stagnate
my mountains will linger.
magnetic pieces will be found out
and discarded.
true blue words will be vomited
and unrelenting stomach pain will
keep us up well past midnight.
and straight on into morning.
and our days will be spent like
loose change.
then no one will know that we are
the town devils.