Rumor starts as a whisper


Judgments somehow affirmed

Ever watchful with

angry, bitter scowl

Ubiquitous digital overlay

The glaring veneer of contrived distraction

I seek only that blissful, early morning drone

The buzzing hum that precedes the dawn

Here there is only menacing growl ever present

The oppressive chorus takes no rest

Interstate missiles sing on asphalt ribbons

Shrieking sirens, blaring horns

Dull your senses

poison of your choice

Or embrace the madness

One can live in day or night

One can only die in one