Sometimes i feel like Repo Man,
cruising the streets in my '67 Pontiac GTO,
(i've even got a genuine radiation suit in the trunk).
I'm hoping the mind-meld at the millennium
won't become a minefield instead.
The big car's 400 cu. in. engine rumbles
in sympathetic harmony to the concrete sky
in unsympathetic harmony to future ecology.
because cars are a paradigm soon to become history,
as we engage new methods of power
to avoid atmospheric catastrophe.
We live in a toxically constructed reality cycle
where atmosphere sweeps by Extra-Terrestrials
may now be the only way to save our
But don't give up hope,
or you'll externalise hordes of cultists,
or maybe turn into a customer
of some psychiatrist or other.
(If you aren't already one).
Meantime media drone
has added to our problems,
and destructive thought processes
have become a way of life.
So thanks for being a part of