4 walls

This is the realm

Where one passes through

Throwing our tired bodies, wherever

So we can all play house

Power-washing Everything spotlessly clean

sterility rolls like a thin vapor through

immense parking lots of the Starbucks and the Wal-mart

the sacrifices of the promethean

become meaningless in the well-lit, drive-thru parks

where that obnoxious noise of helicopters is commonplace

As the empty space between everything

Consumes everything

 Dissolving everything in the caustic soda of sameness

slowly suffocating in the smog

as I look out upon the sprawling red worm 

making me reevaluate my commitment

to anywhere I might have wanted to be  

In the drone of incessant lawnmowers

The wake of gasoline

Our heroes of advertisement

shedding their names in far-off places

As reptilian skin

I have seen their flags fly

At shopping centers

And the counter-culture remains anonymously paralyzed

pushed into the corners

Of cinderblock courts with the same, exact, everything.  

My brilliant neighbors thoughtfully offer me signs

Selling their; religion, their Chocolate, and their Insurance

As they try to give me the infection of their lies.

As they moronically imagine that the evil I have seen

could ever be sedated enough

to make coupons a concern

as I save the last valium, for later

after they have eaten their dogs & clawed each other to death

with their fingernails

the phantoms of substances past

float as stale as the air

in the boxes

that they put us all in

always wandering aimlessly for the homecoming in my brain

the homeless and the feline, blankly staring-

Constantly whispering the answers in the adjacent alleys

Irrelevant that their tears dried so long ago

They never really learned to cry

While simultaneously  

It became their only way to communicate

As they flee in terror

from the fascinating mechanical monsters

That pick up the trash

And sweep the streets

This is the hell where they eviscerated my wings

Under the film of latex

Splayed them out like glorious trophies

And all conversation collapsed …awkwardly

As I fainted from the loss of blood

Waking up in a network of cul-de-sacs

-confusing parking regulations

-sport-utility vehicles

-fluorescent lighting of 24hour ‘farmacies’

and that vile, saccharine, artificial, impersonal tone

that is liberally used as the thread  

Suturing me back

Into a world where

I no longer reign or serve anything