SATELLITES

one word and i am half asleep
mind has left-brained candy haze
so i gave control
willfully abandoning
any principled stance
half truths lie untold
countless spin-analogies
spoon-fed into my trance
    awash in sensory awe
    blind
sound-byte z-plane imagery
meatless talking head sandwich
though it’s nothing new(s)
constant underwhelming 
oration of the ornate
focused on your smile
instantly ingesting all
you pull out of your ass
    awash in sensory awe
    blind to the other face
    you take it in and pass it on
    we are satellites
at forest edge a maple
makes it’s way toward earth
if no one caught the fall on tape;
silence, stillness, irrelevance,
and it did not even happen 
    awash in sensory awe
    blind to the other face
    we take it in and pass it off
    we are satellites
    we are half alive