by Jake Thompson
sometimes I just wanna throw a brick across the room
see what happens—
glass shattering, exploding everywhere
glistening blue shards littering the floor
ubiquitously
chocolate milk stained on the walls
falling down
dripping down
drying to a sticky
thick substance
whatever’s left of the house — seems rather odd
throw a mac across the room—smack the wall
stomp it to pieces—screen bits and such
yearning to permanently become one
with the carpet
the now obsolete technology—smashed to pieces
pieces pieces
smashed to pieces
screaming
maniacally
whilst spraying the house with fire retardant—

lost his mind, himself
the dust remnants—nearly covering all surfaces
penetrating every crevice, was too ubiquitous
a work of art, really
take a photo of that
that’s some Andy Worhol shit —
the mess morphs into not just madness but a
maniacal masterpiece
it’s hard to see such catastrophe in that light
but
it’s glorious
a work of art, really
glistening blue shards
littering the floor
chocolate milk stained on the wall
falling down
dripping down
the dust
covering all surfaces
penetrating every crevice
ubiquitous
it was beautiful