Rearview

the great going on

what’s in the rearview

flashes of light, bursts of energy

screams, like a chorus

lustful, painful, it’s all identical

neon bugzappers of war

commercialism’s fake tendrils

societal norms’ intricate snares

one big flash every halfsecond

enough to contend the doldrums

of a discontented under-a-rock dweller

but enough to break a true soul

and I cannot say I am this

the hypnotic everything

has left me a well-fed psycho

but there’s always that someday

somewhere on this ticking plain

and when I find it

it’ll all be in my rearview

just like you

whoever you are

wherever you are