looking at the opulent west terminally

the west is a direction of science and de-evolution

the west has birthed and aborted

the west holds my key to survival

maybe

the west is where it’s at

the west is less frightening at night

the west is my coast

an edge between a dry crypt

and a watery eternal post

manifest destiny cowboys and ghosts

all looked to the west

falling off the edge

to a sagging universe

the west is not frightening at night

cellular levels impaled by expensive

alchemy

blood runs so cold it’s hot

life veins decapitated from their heart

to no avail

my apple has rolled out into the ocean