we are now out of the cloud and into the copper.
Hunter S. Thompson and Howard Zinn would lose their shit.
try to ignore it and can't escape it.
oh, sing the song of politics and people.
tell me who narrates the point-of-view.
and I will believe you.
what damnation we hold.
in our stupid, mechanical hearts.
never a god could create this.
never a writer could scribe it.
question marks make up my internet days.
this afternoon, I laid in the driveway.
and traced my bodies.
Tomorrow, I will sit outside and simply welcome the rain.
Anything it brings along is better than the news.
Even lightning and hurricanes.