by: Brad Liening

Dung funk at the motorway
Times the massed ranking
Squelch palpable and sucked
In repetitive roar.
What a sad density.
What a redundant day
For all the things that happen
In the world and also not.
Greased surgeon swoon.
Mechanic weeping in the rifling.
The planet grows less,
Not more. It’s a wake-up call
Or an anesthetic.