And then, drag our empty arms across a sky of Rivers Bang, you know/ short as one man’s skull/ i can’t breathe well in here/ and struggle not to faint, and then, I remember the images of the slaughter house, the dogs in labs with induced eye infections pulling their eyes down to green and their eyes were green pea soup/ this is one of the new eye-shadow infection rates for women who want to accentuate greener eyes than they already have/