ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

two men yelling at each other

like thunder crashing

zig zagging cars

like waves pounding on the shore

lush landscape of burnt orange trees

rolling green hills

as far as the eyes can see

planes hum across the

wide open sky

i wanted a quiet top floor apartment

i am poor

living in sub

housing

trying to remind myself

all is one

motorcycle

like a bumblebee

humming across town

air blowing through

open windows on a hot october night

blowing

blowing

blowing

my mind

playing solitaire

my teeth covered in chocolate

i am that

i am

just saying

it’s been a wild ass ride

driving cross country

in a car falling apart

held together by prayers

i cry at the beauty

desolate landscapes

millions of unpopulated acres

mind blowing land formations

the earths beauty is unspeakable

invaded by humans

so disgusting

i cry

why