My narcoleptic brain checks out at inopportune times leaving me speechless, wordless, mindless, in moments of decisive meaning.
I find it hard not to see us
an ant colony with an over-fertile queen.
POPULATING indiscriminately.
Drones working, pushing, scraping the land clean until
EVENTUALLY
we roam so far we can’t return home
NOT intelligent enough to do the snip worldwide
How do you stop a cancer growth when the body doesn’t even know it’s a disease
– rather –
it’s glorifying in its growth.
Haiku
My auto senses
Catapult me into space
Orbit, no return.