In the sprawl

In the sprawl

in the sprawl 

cars are sharks

trucks 

don’t stop

through miles

only described as 

nothing 

at all

can’t be home 

bones in holes

everywhere 

you walk

giving off heat

windows smudged

don't got no 

camouflage 

with me there's

time to see

moving patterns 

on the wall

doubts have grown 

wings and arms

what was once banal

now feels hysterical