"what a thing to be a witness to the sunshine."

Life is a waiting line.
At the mercy of
stop lights.
You’ll never make it on time.
Get reserved, get comfortable.
Might as well get comfortable.
It’s all just a little too comfortable.

A congested rush,
for your convenience.
This is the price
of convenience.
Poor mutilated trees,
make room for electricity.
Your whole life just a
bright little screen.
Updates automatically.
Did you ever think
maybe cities
were meant to sleep?

I planned to quit this job
years ago,
but we’re planning on a remodel,
so
I shrug,
start another episode.