THISISJOHN

what a ruinous world
taxing, pointing, empty

there's no boundaries
and there are several

I'd rather travel by train
instead of aeroplanes
though it seems
I could stare out that
little window forever
and look at the landscapes
predict whether or not
mountians are volcanic
or sedimentary

it soothes a wound
to see a snowcovered world
and forget this postconsumerist
apocalypse
that we call home

p.s.
I stopped taking
some of my happy pills
and I can feel my hands
again