Doting Vectors

Breath
Is comprised
Of things that kill us
So what are you doing
This doomsday?
Let’s take a drive
To point oblivion
And exhale
This exile
We can fog
Up the windows
Of the universe
And shoot down stars
With the rubber bands
In our masks
Watch them come
Crashing down
One by one
Under the heap
Of this sickened world
Revel in the ash
Filled smoke
Of our melting
Upholstery and chocolate,
heart shaped inoculum
We can try to breathe
Like before we met
And hope to hell
That our lungs
Remember
How to move again