ALLIGATOR SKIN BOX, FULL OF GUM (excerpt)

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Dust soars everywhere
Through the windows, from the seat
From me and him
Our dust keeps sticking to the gum.
All of this skin flake dust combined will make a pile soon.
Who knows maybe it’ll come together and together,
and together until it forms into a man.
A man that floats in the air between glass, stuck on a gum that is chewed by another man with an alligator skin purse, until the alligator comes alive.
When the alligator gets a soul and flesh, it will eat the man, ending all its misery, and ours too…
Once the alligator skin box like purse-loving man is out of the picture, we will all be free,
freed from this gum that sticks to us all.