74 words on Adam Green
Skeleton of a smoking plane,
catch a train to an open vein.
The smoke just cleared,
something went wrong.
The catfish choked,
the sky is gone.
Beneath their boats,
the forecast floats.
The joystick chokes,
the joystick smokes.
Mariachi clothes look good on everyone,
Ku Klux Klansmen dance around a mountain,
plugging up the holes in their harmonica.
Push away from the overdose,
just in time for the ferryboats.Adam Green, Broken Joystick