Calm hand for the matrix

digital persuasions static responses

Talk show host for nobody

Desert air broadcast and the paranoid keep digging

Why does this nowhere box hum with purpose?

with no direction for its current

surely somewhere dead space shines bright

highway lights and insect genocide

I wonder if they ever know

no lines for the feeding

wires cut at birth and an eye stays vacant

A stagnant crowd for navigating

watch the faces express the expressionless

puddle splash and the *** growls deeply

never seen with calm sight only misplaced anxiety

Fall behind Apple cart and another immigrant starves

don't mistake that tye dyed painter for the sky

she is nearly finished with her masterpiece

the clouds seem real but the rain never falls

with this knowledge I make ground for hydration

Hay trucks driven for a racist farmer

he paid well but inspired nausea

prairie dry with the Yankee cassette tapes

he spent his entire life on the same one hundred acres

yet he claimed worldly insight into why he deserved and others didn't

Some folks on the road inspire hope and happy

An alarming amount prove sinister and spiteful

made it home but I'm not sure why

this space is known and these streets sufficiently trampled

Concrete nineties insignia
tree house trash pile
Home warmth and comfort

this will do
this I can manage