Transient Ischemic Attack at a Stoplight
A man with headlight eyes was looking.
And he saw nothing but a world of 90 degree angles.
Intersecting intersections that intersect other intersections
to dissect the formless to form more sections.
He begins to sing:
'Over the water and through the hills to the Greenhouse Effect we go'
as the weaving of crushed and manipulated stone
makes a quilt of cookie cutter patterns
that can be seen from space with martian monocles.
The man's pants are at his ankles.
But he is not there to know it.
He is somewhere else.
He is where his eyes land in order
to escape where they start.
Just the looking is enough.
Just the looking is all he has.
To vacate him from the streets where he sleeps
past the boundry of the city
and into his very own elysian field.
Modern day warriors go to war everyday
with nothing but what their pockets hold
and what their mouths can find.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
