A chemical thought

Creeps into

My mind

In the time

It takes

To circumnavigate

A rather dull

Existence

Resistance

To the hopes

Of organic

Growth

These chemical thoughts

Have me

By the throat

Not the typical prose

What I heard

I do actually know

That the soft

Sponge

Of sound

As my ears resounded

Cold hearing

In my breathe

A matter of indifference

Rather than

Upset

To the snow

And the trees

To the grass

And the hibernating

Bees

Good morning all

Good morning

Indeed

It was earsplitting

The sound of the

Screeching tires

On the wet pavement

I can still remember

The door

That I grabbed

As the car spun

Those memories

Can never be

Undone

It was off

From the start

With a housing boom

As a form of

Sadistic

Art

The assessments were

Made

With all intention

Of a worthless

House

Was all to be

Had