Lebensraum.

Electronic karma spills unnoticed,
neon in the streets of concrete and oil
only to be dissected by the scissoring legs.
I see streams of soil eroding
whereas you live free from worry
because we view time differently and
incur incrementally
indifferent sins
assuredly.
I am
eschewing violence with the slow quiet chewing of cheek
and a slight
leak at the seams
like violet light creeping from the night club,
a signal for the heated rubbing hub of energy
to come from behind the heavy door,
and skin deep what is my steady humming roar.

Author's Note

This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.