not(I)

I'm nothing new,
not(I)

To say it plainly,
the subset of planes intersecting
under your bus-seat,
bumbling down Alabama.

I hear,
not(I)

the monster of yesterday-today,
breathing oxycodone,
enter DEATH:

"Where the hell am I?"
not(I)

I've stumbled on stones reaching God's unknown in furrious and zealous anger, heart dismembered on desertified lands, calling up the manager:
"not(I)"

I remember gripping my chest,
and then a flash, but after that it's all colors, shades, and lines doc...