DB Cox		“midnight falls on the cool” mind-enhanced masses in barroom communion raise empty glasses in half-assed salute to karaoke jesus with his new crown-of-thorns tattoo singing the crucifixion blues over the simulated pinfall of emulated bowling alleys while a reality show rolls on a muted TV modern art masterpiece hanging from a faux-brick wall midnight falls on the cool me watching you five fingers shaking by a silver cellphone praying your connection will call back soon		"Puzzle Box" again it might be night & it is drunk here in this room too small to contain my loneliness mind gray & vacant searching the solitude for clues that might unlock this chinese fucking puzzle box slow movement forward through another day nothing left to say that doesn't sound like nonsense quiet anguish as my imaginary rushmore crumbles & falls away- how long has this dust been descending