downhill racers

hold your breath

dear

this ship is going down

we're all downhill

running with our timebombs

these shins are cracked and splintered

these lips are crusted shut

these squinting eyes just sting me

these veins are drying me up

all my limbs

they're just tools

we're all stilted vechiles

these joints rust

these pores leak

time gets selfish

time is speed

the sweetest dreams. have murdered me. they murdered me. they murdered me. like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family

it's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history

all my limbs

they're just tools

duplicated

mass produced

running down

losing speed

time escapes us

timing's everything. everything. everything. this is the tic in the heart

everything. this is the beating of the clock

everything. this is an absent blood clot

everything. these are the seconds that i've lost

everything. this is the slow-rush hour

everything's so rushed

everything. this is the slow rush.