scraped glass and zig-zag shapes
draw an outlined sunset
hungry birds hide in the corners
ringing their beaks at bikini girls
eating with their mouths open
spilling mold
there's a green scent in the air
like rotten seaweed
but when the angry fowls lick the tip of the ice cream cloud
the sky will go blank
and the girls will be goneWww@QuestionHome@Com