IL CIELO A CALCI (2), Zoe Darling - Organized by 63rd-77th STEPS

In the beginning bright red smeared the sky 
the day opened like an egg 
into intenser day in the beginning 
a horror titillated the plastic apples 
we chewed and chewed and chewed and chewed 

We’re not mourning, we’re not even furious anymore 
we’re just so hilarious we’re crying 
all the way to the bank pumping 
forgotten futures full of our steaming excess blood 

What have you sacrificed in your sleep, o burghers, 
on the kleig-lit altar of the ego? Youtubes 
gluten Madonna flip phones unexplored sexual 
identities of 1998 that lustrous moody aubergine 
you couldn’t bring yourself to buy 

If we’re not at war we’ll never know what it’s like 
to war Call the war I’m a little sleepy 
but my mouth is strong 
the teams are you and you 

Don’t look now but there’s glass in the soup 
and it seems the sky is tilting down around us 
like lovely scraps of worsted 

Noah Warren