the atmosphere's lung



punctured the

atmosphere’s lung


you know what came out?


the stench of

scorched hot dogs

the moans of

gas prices

the reek of

dirty diapers and

orange peels





hate hope and love

mixing into an odor of

haha’s and


and i wish...’s

like a theatre full of

bad perfumes


if you could have seen it


you would have thought

our planet was a smoker--


all that gunk


oozing out

like rotten tar

from a moist lung


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