a soft wind through an LA window
A goddess of a promised life
Transparent on the other side
Begs me to follow her
From a back room in San Gabriel
To a glamorous flat in Burlington
And a frayed Red Sox banner
Watch your mouth, we’ll censor you
We’re on the payroll now
Yesterday’s guts and sweat are gone
Did you bring plastic cups?
Life is short, we’re a bit slower
Crunching numbers, looking for the
Profit, it doesn’t include
You, just some groomed mice
Our specialty, blacken catfish
In a bed of baked beans
Do they look thirsty?
Their eyeballs are watching you
Ghost of the Massachusetts
And the clank of homeless bots.