Balance

Balance To the curb I am called The wind hollows into my comfort, a lance Cold and bracing for fall For happenstance Headlight like a gavel Tires cry over cemented gravel People acting as vehicles for their travel Intent, focused on churning rubber into little specks causing brain-damage and hell, a glance away and it's all wrecks Metal shells folded into origami And human lives turning into salami You're in control Plastic and cobalt Sandwiched hard with taxes A pebble flies, hits me glances off my glasses The mirrors flash and I taste sand and hydrofluoric acid polyaromatic asses And the wheeze, the phlegm of my asthma I think about the time I saw a little puppy dog thrashing, fresh wound bleeding, alive well through the pain spine broken crushed in twain some dipshit in a lexus racing a yellow light, trying to be first, hairline receding the next red dominating his full eyesight Didn't even see it Lastly, where the fuck are we going why is this your answer Firstly, who the fuck are we being and why is it cancer The equilibrium set to a thermodynamically boring world, no going back over the bump Static, comical, withered, leaking oil and mold concrete crumbling into dried up moss, getting colder The world tired, getting older Just in time for the sun to explode 800 million years is all we had how the fuck you made it feel like the tick of the minute hand And your fucking kessler syndrome blocking the worlds we've been gifted Satellite internet giving me nightmares of a mouth full of coal ash lifted by the dead wind Endlessly corrupted RNA strands, life impossible Wading up to my dick in rubber sand, irradiated, meaningless and uninspired and unstoppable And bouncing through my hands A billionaire boomer, a shotgun blast he paid to call an accident, A time capsule on the moon Waiting for no one A cinder in the black, falling into the abyss here I am on the curb I balance