Politically speaking
look at this
a word at a time
on my knee
looking forward to a picnic
with my friends
in the afternoon
in their car
but no the climate is such
that I never
stayed on the stairmaster
one more time
enraged the man behind
me as we plow
into the brite grey light
it’s evening here
bright as a flea
as I enter the history
of intellectuals
who escaped that
to land in
this eternal
burning what’s left
of the earth
never meeting