Rearview

the great going on
what’s in the rearview
flashes of light, bursts of energy
screams, like a chorus
lustful, painful, it’s all identical
neon bugzappers of war
commercialism’s fake tendrils
societal norms’ intricate snares
one big flash every halfsecond
enough to contend the doldrums
of a discontented under-a-rock dweller
but enough to break a true soul
and I cannot say I am this
the hypnotic everything
has left me a well-fed psycho
but there’s always that someday
somewhere on this ticking plain
and when I find it
it’ll all be in my rearview
just like you
whoever you are
wherever you are