the sky seems
swollen this morning
the gradual proliferation
of cerulean paused
in incidental bruising
as engines rumbles
and a fool vibrates
in time with the
uncertain diffusion
creeping across texas

today will be another
in a long line of
forced enthusiasm
searing semi-plastic
smiles on robotic faces
sitting in vehicles
suspended in traffic
waiting for the universe
to cover us in amber
so future generations
can mock sheer stupidity