i’m a man VS a machine
and i’m not winning this battle
eyes glued to the screen
controlling my every move
marionette mundane
a programmed Pinocchio
nose growing inward
exit wound
execution style
cracking the code of ones and zeros
to sift through the oblivion
I learn that my idyllic brain
is a garbage square—recyclable
life is but a tumbleweed
hoop rolling in a dustbowl
a barren desert of white land
objects in the distance
chapped lips, heavy feet
led me to this thoroughfare
of flying cars high in the sky
[engulfed in flame below]