"Our Fix"

Top of the world
Fell flat today.
Top hat world
Collapsed.
Breaking waves
Broke even as
The Moon lay
On our backs.

Star points pricked
Our finger tips:
A fire needle’s
Itch
While shrapnel stars
Shot shards as
We tried to get
Our fix.

Saturn’s rings
Wrapped our necks,
Strangling with icy
Flecks
And we grabbed
The universe by
Its coat tails
Before it left.

Black Hole Existence
Sucked us up today,
Flattening gravity
Collapsed.
Thinking minds
Minded thought as
The world tripped
On its axis.