there’s an intrusion detected
a pollution prospected
a
seclusion projected
by thoughts of belong
so quick to the bottle and “AHH”
the munition injected
the
confusion corrected
the illusion perfected
and finally
clean:
the glass, at last, the succulent mass
to cover the pane
that gapes the facade
the unsheltered
shapes
between masonry parts
where the cold draft blows
until a cold drought flows
downed,
gargled, and gorged
as the tongue tumbles and throws
until tied up with letters
mutant and transposed
that like
sorcery spell
some other man’s words
and for what?
the chance to spew matter
noxious and scorn
to lay retching
and wretched
on each Sabbath morn?
on the job you proclaim,
“I’m a practical man
I live and
let live
and I do what I can.”
but is this really
a
tractable plan?
to arrest your cognition
for a minor infraction
to solve for
the “Why”
with addiction subtraction?
well, you can try
to saturate the airways
in subterfuge and collude
with the
agents who promise
a prosperous deluge
and cut through the
wires
that signal out smoke
with chemical scissors
on
synaptic spokes
but when the room stops its spin
and the network goes live
and the receiver tunes in
to a crisp AM chime
how will you
mind?