We are modern Origami sprawl
gritty boxes, evolving
on a blighted sea of sprinkled dusk.
Witching this Epoch hour
where will I find you
jeans throng a poison prescience giant
like a fill-in-the blank Bell
soon to be bird-like & quivering
a Clinging beyond ourselves
electronica loud-mouthed
beep beep
a motorcycle dazzle
some drop in the heat
oh Che Guevara
nothing's changed
nothing's real