we manufacture

Continuus in contained
Contamination,
I look to you through a lense full of scum,
Or fog, smog, a breaking glass, a fissure in the eyesight of
The lab, sterile and correct, grab your gloves,
Utility belt society in a state of perpetual preparation,
Positioned amongst the settled calves and deer, disappearing,
Fading into the background, searching for the crosshare,
There just has to be a button somewhere a button somewhere,
There has to be a shortcut somewhere, remote controlled airplanes,
Remote controlled racecar, remote control re-mote,
Hide the wire hide the wire, hide the wire before it lulls
Before it hugs my throat, deflating, labrynthing my everyday
Shackled to , deflating, labrynthing my everyday
Shackled to Ford’s separation, bound to a new world,
But forward, but go go go,
And passing through the countryside you hear the black tarmac screaming beneath you, you hear the soil gasping for air, you blind yourself by five hundred channels of radio nowhere and miss the flock of sheep rumbling scared behind you, forgetting you, a thought, a memory, in reverie,
Re-assembling your palette “l’eau d’acidity,” perfume for performers,
Considering remedial chemistry class, dissolve and suffer,
Roundtrip airfare bleeding through,
My backyard willow tree cries at my notebook for its babies,
blowing kisses at my breath, begging for its babies,
Cursing the clouds on gray days, its shade no longer needed,
But we have so much more now, our ignorance, I forget,
Why why why why is there, why is there
Loss or forget? Why is there regret?
Why is there feelings that no one uses, or chooses to un=use its uses,
Don’t give me lip, I’m sick of your attitude, I’m tired of you.