MONOTONOUS ANIMALS

theres lorries on the sky road
monotonous animals
three deep
crawling up the cement whirls
outside the supermarkets widescreen window

the windows glass is covered
in peeling and translucent white
it
paints
the
traffic
into
a visible white noise

i get a feeling they can never stop
these pale ghosts of themselves

and these wars these days
they roll together these days 
dont they ?
into
one
great guess-who mass
the short bombing on purpose
inside the spreading margins

i am the man in the future
the child could not see
but i wouldnt surprise him
camo trousers
a dirty hat
black plastic tech with no moving pieces 
in the meat of my shaved paws
the
air
stacked with information
around my empty supermarket cafeteria plates

indeed the child may be pleased . . .

we are locked in the freedom prison
i think in astoundedment

and i write myself a note
to be that clever again

and on the
supermarket
sale rail
all the polo shirts are in small
theyre
begging
in 
a 
modesty parade

from korenvs.co.il