A deadly distraction latched its mouth to my eye
its body is translucent
it flies at 30000
its a cramped chair of innovation
its every face forward
its a like illuminated on a wet road
its an apology for smell (of indian food)
its a carousel spinning into a CGI galaxy
its the ultrasound of an aborted audience
its a field goal of suicide
its collectively tagged to a sneakers image
its the rubber accusation of makeuplessness
its waiting longer because you already waited so long
its the echo of endless checking
entertrainment anexiety