Mad Car Disease

For my sister Joan, radical green cyclist

Cars and houses
Litter the doorway to the soul's desire
Block up free spirits
In prisons perfect without bars

Doom the dreamer
Mess up the mind
Vanquish the victor

Cars

Making them manifesting them maintaining them
And then selling them salvaging them sacrificing for them
Driving them depending on them dying in them

and

Cars extend feet
And arms but
Render us immobile

Damning us in traffic queues
Insinuating themselves into serious conversations
Severing us from real life
Erecting false ego values
Annoying us at every turn
Separating us from good sense
Ensuring life with debt


Houses

Cage the soul
And strangle the spirit
Garrote free will
Execute mortgages on good and bad alike by the guillotine of household finance

together they compr(om)ise

Shelter
And
Navigate us
Intransigent
Transient
Yahoos

Society
As we know it
Navigates
Its
Truth upon their
Yoke


PS: This poem could have gone on forever; it's just stopped for the time being...

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