pedanticpersiflage:

The bank sounded its alarms
like clock radios
to murder dreams in the morning
with no warning,
a bright sunrise exploded
like a nuclear bomb
evaporating any chance of the same sun setting,
betting the future on double zero,

the hero will have to learn
what it means to be tragic,
there’s no magic left in the script
so we ripped it to shreds
and acted out an improvisational sketch,
the antithesis of rough onion cuts,
it was hard to shed tears
when the worst of our fears
were captured on camera.