An Indoor Day During the Pandemic

A runaway growth of weeds alongside the road, greenery gone wild, a stagnant wilderness unwinding, seedy leaves scatter but cannot flee. Dust bowl squalor chokes down scrawny roots. A gray sugar rush from speedy cube trucks sprinkles what wiggle room is left to sweeten ameciated tongues. You Are a coffin lid with nails pulled out, a quake's handrails the paws releasing snails a Rorschach of Swiss trails the comb still stuck in Wales' hair pounding on my sails You're you when all else fails