• I thought your bones would be scattered
    into the streets by now.
    I should not of assumed the humerus
    would drown in the storm drain pathways;
    that are etched high in the greenest of grime.
    Should not have assumed
    a greedy coccyx like you would break
    under pressure from the moving faces
    of hubcaps, and your pelvis burst
    into the littlest of pieces after a semi-
    slice of reality hit dead on.

    Thought a wish would break into my favor;
    too bad you have the bigger end of yourself.