alienation redux

keeping a distance
separate from the noise
of the superstructure
& the whistling of worn-out bearings
leaky gaskets & caustic reservoirs
grease pits devour like quicksand
     from gears & broken sound barriers
     nothing survives

so you find thoughts beyond
though inadequate
that can burst on to flesh
make a body move
diving head-first
     away
without the aid
of exotic serums
& phony potions

toward the outer most edges
where beginnings
     become

--- e b bortz