Breathe

By: A.C. Cash

Blue bullet baby.

Clouds of ketamine.

Aluminum kitty

In her time bomb machine.

Sixteen candles.

Blankets of stars.

Where’s the motivation

And the flying cars?

All of this static

Means nothing to me.

It’s so dramatic

Waiting to breathe.

Inside this cloud

It’s getting loud.

Just breathe

For me.