wish i were a dog, contentedly
looking out the window, knowing
i belong to another species

i knew we had to part
but putting him in the cold box
i felt like i abandoned him

me not dissolving into thin air
to give them their inherited right of way
makes them angry

past apartment blocks
that resemble cell blocks
to the railroad car cemetery

that crazy machine
changed my desktop picture
again, undemanded

the words float freely,
deliberately, but only add up
to non-communication

outside big cities,
the only alternative in austria,
to cars are cars

things don't disappear
if i ignore them, so
i stopped ignoring them

at some point the pain
stopped, i'm not sure that
this is a good sign

of all the things you need
to operate a car
the brain comes in last