Prayer for the entrenched and generally wretched.

Presumptuously unadorned,
storms & tea kettles,
clouds screaming,
Happy meals singeing
the body electic.
Clusters of
stars and people repeating,
drifting.

Listening to the freeway
and classic rock.
Listening to the ruckus
of old drunks
and the dreams
of charlie brown.
Listening to clicks
of lonely pinball machines.
Listening
to the resigned silence of millions of them.
Don't tell me you're not one.
Somewhere behind your guts there are men with translucent green visors & money belts
tallying your transactions meticulously.

Somewhere behind your eyes there are wizards with machines processing the constant input of light and filtering,
filtering everything you see.

Pay no attention to the man
with the knife at your back.

Know only the whisper.
Hear only the words,
testing the air quietly, assuredly.

There are the things in there
that want to get you.

Lets talk about an alien invasion
because, it's comforting to believe
your enemies are otherworldly.