Slivers of thought bombard my mind
with endless bullshit
sprawled across landscapes
made of cement.
Blistering our faces upon rumble,
falling victim to the shadows between
Yelling for anyone near.
Lost are the times where
heroes were given parades,
television told the truth,
and “Genius” meant something
had been done for the first time.
Heartless events happen to
Following the lepers of industry,
strangers shine through houses made of glass.
Looking back at nothingness.