well there's one thing to be said
post-punctuation & spelling blues
careering at a million miles an hour
forgetting where you are:
my flaws / your flaws
& the world vast – just
systems crumbling
in the wake of a new Toyota.
amplitude sine wave cos e like
remote positioned,
& borderline disorder nervous –
but these specious seconds / precious moments
possibly force a smile.

you contact New York, stay composed
& angry as if the wireless architecture is deadly
& that's your 'no-compromise' future:
signal decay. time uncovers all news,
this time
moderately critical Japanese business traffic
means nothing / in your SUV it could be years
& you're dispassionate,
like a convenient interface –
caring only of the insured reader response.
driving into this vacuum of folklore
you seem to lack intent,
banking on heat @ the destination.

in your next life as an XP exponent
    a friend
(his house commanding a view of the reef)
will privately declaim how you
screw us all over on a daily basis
& you will seem not to care.