Onomatopoeia
It sometimes is far too easy
is(when multiplious metal marauding meandering machinations) it
not– baking blistering black to black
to back to back, stopping stirring skidding swerving– –
make a way on the way, but lose the time of day
a sad, sorrowful simplistic notion, these machines multiplying madly
living inside a cruel conformed contoured creation.
Don’t call yourself an innovator
Lie amongst the millionth masses—madness waits on interstates
To be or not depends on whether the price is right.
Yourself, being ever amazing amongst all aware, enjoyable epochs await
(2012)
