how can we survive the
hard swallowed grey air,

we’ve fought too long for this blank stare
years of orange and white umbrellas foretold it every morning
heart sinking, rents and housing prices rising
we didn’t guess they would **** all the chickens

the car has no driver and the driver has no car
they taxed the gasoline and the milage and blacked out the electric grid
the vain wheels spin and spin so obsolescently
such futility always hard at work in South Lake Union

could have/should have never happened, but it happened
cities built on ones and zeros
cities fall on ones and zeros
sanctuary cities burn on ones and zeros

who knows what He wills when  He wills
but there are fires rolling down up in those hills
how the flames aim
word on the street spreading  like wild fire

crowded, crowded streets, and too too many jeets
the car has no driver and the driver has no car
butter a forgone luxury
india a forfeited humanity

no one likes what they are bringing
the tea kettle boils without whistling
bobby womack is singing:

“oh how i long for the daylight
because the sunlight makes my burdens light”.