people

what on Earth,
gasoline whip with child
in the backseat, windshield
and a mom with bangles
some torrid shaved barking father
going nuts in front of a bag of Fritos
while Rush Limbaugh rants in drug induced shock
and fury
at delusions.

sometimes the robin would chirp
from a thin dead branch
in that time between the deadliest winter
and the foolish spring.

at the store hours
they placed horns on their heads
and smiled like a sick joke
but being sheltered
i laughed at their slavery
for it all seemed like sad sex
left six months behind
in a sea curdling with toxins.

you could have believed
in heroes and heroines
way back in the past
but looking at these people on the roads
in their cars buying hot dogs in the store aisles
how could you believe in anything at all>