The fleeting nonchalance

Of daily commute

Accrues to empty threats

Certainly no peace

For the main artery

A machinery ridden

Trampled, mangled

By reveling elephant monitors

In groveling grounds

Searching for their punk

Equivalent to efficient

Plug and play

Such a disaster.

I wipe storage

Cramped for money flow

Not smart prone,

Wipe history

Wipe insanity

Winge weakling

Tiny cog

Making no exceptions

Toils in soft meaning

Cracks randomly

Through the hard facts

Fabricated intentionally

Vocal messages

And their sift

Vaulted parasite

We stand in

At the bus stop

As reverberation meals

Beauty in waiting

Seagulls soar

In grey backdrops

The vengeance of a jackhammer

A disturbance in the winter cold.

Relative calm