The Enemy As Usual

Yuck
I’m poisoning the pen
with all these cute plans
for a small leaflet
of my bullshit thought ramblings-
they’re even trying to cut a neon green
varicose lightning bolt
through this
seemingly innocent effort-
it’s just the enemy as usual
wearing its clothes
the color of maps
to cover it’s skeleton
of hollow drafting plans
for buildings
the perfect shape
and size
and location
yet no one wants
to live in them,
especially not me,
I would rather shiver in the street
emitting a strange foggy breath
the shape
of this poem.