Traveling Astronaut

v.Eating Plastic

In my dreams I lay next to fishy string cheese shredded chickens

Eyes crafted from a musky dead glowing sun--layered with pig skin

I leaned my mellow masked robotic body back onto my crunchy bone bed

To rest this guilt on-top of my social-butterfly infected head

I live among my numbing sins

A smooth peacock hat and mushy cow dress hugged my curves

Fists held a urn with animals clammy preserves

and legs owned billions of earsplitting paper mache drawings

We're feeding the living

Plastic

because a heartbeat doesn't mean you're human

and somehow we've constructed a food chain

For who is most important

Our hearts burn with ignorance

Like how the trees burn for us to write things

~SumBlueSunshine