silent campus

downshift to second

let it roll

through the rail track tunnel

sound your horn cowboy

no one stops


third to accelerate

leans to the circumference of force

in the way I press on the gas

she reacts

she purrs me into the windy gray night


what is left


the crawlers

fantasy and brutality

a war

machine made

to drive us mad

silent campus

voices that remark

we are this media

we succumb to reality murder


in three years

I will be sitting inside

a broken bus


mad radio institution.