More than enough is enough is never enough.
Too little for too many, too much for too few.
The accidents play out in limitless frames
and we go limping through the stoplights home.
Snow keeps on coming,
hangs out like fleurs de lis and chandeliers
on streets of neon cashmere,
painful to the touch.
Straight on • Red lights • Side street • Red lights • On ramp • Red lights • Red lights
Whatever happens seems an omen of Rome:
the thrill of agony and the victory of defeat,
the feedback loop of the on-and-on.
Laughter a murder laughter again.
Side street • Red lights • On ramp • Red lights • Lane shift • Red lights • Red lights
So I roll on reality, one-lane highways, growing gaps,
executives come downsize time,
how a carefully engineered face waits behind every door.
Functionaries, understanding
settled like a watermark upon the eye
regulated to the brink of disorder
and blameless for their bombshells.
On ramp • Red lights • Lane shift • Red lights • Off ramp • Red lights • Red lights
Solutions are subversive
and our ills as we desire them to be--
big bad unsolvable
infinitely profitable.
What will we take back when we reclaim remains?
Lane shift • Red lights • Off ramp • Red lights • Red light • Red lights • Red lights
Look, a vehicle breaks from the herd, spins into whiteness.
Cop cars, cherry and snowball blueberry, alight,
butterflies en masse around catastrophe.
Off ramp • Red lights • Red light • Red lights • U turn • Red lights • Red lights
Do we control our destiny? Did the dead?
Up to a point that never settles
Red light • Red lights • U turn • Red lights • Wrong street • Red lights • Red lights
Oh, all you Mercedes with no track to run
aiming your afterburners into
Mercedes with no track to run before you,
are you tuned in to catch the latest contradictions,
are your wheels spinning in ways beyond design?
U turn • Red lights • Wrong street • Red lights • U turn • Red lights • Red lights
You can stop it if you really try you see you can't stop it.
Snow keeps on coming
keeps turning to mineral in white lot light
to cauliflower dark from the dirt.
Wrong street • Red lights • U turn • Red lights • One way • Red lights • Red lights
Two hours on, red lights have me filled
with so much hope and doubt
waiting for something to catch fire.
Almost home; til then
we must submit to aspire.
we must submit to aspire.
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