The valley
All my happiness has been eaten
By a skyline of 3 week old
Roadside slush.
I have no solace in this storm
This desert drought daylight
Storm.
This infected vacuum
Of humanity
This test tube
This land of inverted shoeboxes
And psoriasis sidewalks
I walk on disease
I breathe disease
I am surrounded by the festering
Unattention
Of a denial an oozing of activity
The pus of cognitive dissonance
Feeds the resonance
Of an empty echo
An impotent thought
Excorcised the environment
How unfulfilled
How broken
How sick how fractured
How simply unadjectively
Bored