parked on
the second floor of
a parking garage
and it feels
like a ship
on the sea
as the concrete
plates shift
with the steady
stream of rats
fleeing this
sinking ship

a herd of
lemmings in
automobiles
winding down
in single file
to spill out
into the world
squinting into
the morning sun

i am a spider
watching from
a wobbly web
lost in wonder
while waiting
wishing for
some dramamine