07-04 Code Brown

the last moment of innocence,
abruptly faltered into the night,
as the star-spangled banner,
bugle-strangled by hours of fatigued,
decided it had enough,
and bed,
was prompted,
called,
and needed,
but not before one last drunk firework in the sky,
as the arm of the milky way,
splattered, spun,
bursting in an enigma of wow,
across the midnight sky,


till

3:00
code brown.
oh god,
oh god,
no really,

shitballs.