radio control in hell

and the sky came down just after the sun rose for the last time

peeking up its ginger head and pulling the covers over again

the sky came down against the grain of the sun rising

and the suns stiff fur rose up and oranged the sky

bristling, tickled the pads of its hands

it came down and decided to stay laying reclined

with it's sunglasses on enumerating all the roads

lost cliffs and pot holes

with the back of his spine he aligned all the cracks and

the sky came down and smoothed out the bends and curves

in our foundations