the helpless morning rush

Updated: Jun 5, 2019

forever

moving

as if owned

by invisible wires

dragged

in every

di-rec-tion

the

helpless

morning

rush

millions of ants

so insignificant and little

but driven

an american disposition

for ambition

all

marching

as one

to an invisible hell

This poem was previously published in the chapbook 'The Streetlights are Beckoning Nirvana' (Analog Submission Press)

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