Right now,

life is all barcodes and
microprocessors.
The energy of living gets engulfed
in the daily commute,

suffocated by exhaust
and too much Information.
Digital signals are driving
bees crazy enough to die,

and infest everything else
with cancer of the soul.
Birds roost in high-rises,
coyotes live in parks—

and I want to move out
to the woods, live
the quiet life of the recluse,
collect canned food and pets

and wait it out until
mushroom clouds and oil fumes
all dissipate. Then,
come and get me.