the atmosphere's lung

someone

punctured the

atmosphere’s lung

you know what came out?

the stench of

scorched hot dogs

the moans of

gas prices

the reek of

dirty diapers and

orange peels

prayers

hate hope and love

mixing into an odor of

haha’s and

son-of-a’s!

and i wish...’s

like a theatre full of

bad perfumes

if you could have seen it

you would have thought

our planet was a smoker--

all that gunk

oozing out

like rotten tar

from a moist lung