beach
combing skies, an untitled empty
Goodyear
rubber
Is
exploitation and
planned
obsolescence
in
a plantation mentality
meeting
the road
becoming
an ever-
spreading
open
sore
America
for
sale
moves
paper
files
each day
a
yellow ended
dog
ear
a
digitally enhanced
fuzzy
memory
a
collated payment
receiving
value
nailed
to skin
and
labor
to
birth time
to
kill time
to
wind time
to
the very ends
of
fingernails
swabbing
DNA
beneath
them
you
might find
specked
humanity
like
golden turn keys
of
Sun when Winter
is
supposed
to
cover everything
in
a slow lattice run
but
here is where
markets
get murky
with
motivations
and
survival mechanisms
the
angry
exhales
of the seas
claw
a return claim
wearing
the laps
and
lashes
unchaining
the land
a
raw skinny womb
in
folded decay
in
sharp angles
and
tinsel jingles
whirring
tires
cover
a quiet
desperate
thirst
for
more
of
something
no
one can quite
define
outside
of
attainment
of
a bargain’s
percentage
or
margin
of
morality
comforting
enough
to
live a ghost life
waiting,
wading
in
blank pages
and
warm tides
in
a chant
that
sounds
like
your name
being
called
as
an answer
to
a question
not
spoken
out
loud
EJR
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