Who are these people?
This is weather for the rest.
Here, where will we be?
Winding route 101
Mendocino trees, infinite
Rolling hills, take us.
© 2016 Nisi
Perhaps I have just begun to pay attention
Some time ago another eye opened
Or some time ago I burst through the bubble
Quarantined myself from as much unrivaled pain
Angry confusion as there is in the semi-apocalyptic
Hell-On-Earth sort of feel raw deal.
Do not believe in all that shit, garbage luck
I create my own jazz but the sounds of gunfire,
Weeping mothers, weekly shoot-outs at school,
Babies shooting babies in Indiana and
Kids play pretend to kill kids in Wisconsin
In the name of “Slenderman” a god of sorts
Internet gave birth to death wireless
Now I am connected to all this “The City Of”
Connected to all of the infernal brooding
Becoming one with this Immaculate Conception
Angels crowdfunding at their bests – Help!
Let us keep making this shit up and get rich,