Silicon forest breeds artificial life

an abandoned industrial building waits

eternally lifeless

invisible walls; no perceptive doorways

cracked cement sidewalk

blurs division between safety and earth

crickets make love in coke cans

sun drenched asphalt parking lot

radiates tar, heat and dandelions

yellow sun dandelions

blare their deafening silence

grassy field littered with shards of gravel, glass

produces amanita muscaria in november

sacred

directly under the last oak standing

but in hillsboro july

stale solitude and singular depression

indent sterility into every creative vision

pools of oil stain the tar that stains the earth

a psychedelic sandwich of disgust

police cruiser patrols this vacant land

intercepts the poet

aggressive wheels mistakenly crush a coke can

crickets make love in coke cans.