The government runs like a machine
Out of gas.
The frequent exasperation's
Whisper into gears
Of the human mind-
Desperate for air
That is no longer polluted.

I pull back.
The moments between
Clarity and confusion,
Floating.
Words run dry
Imprinting the desert.
These Empty steps
Let go
Deflating sanity

An empty box
with rubber
Screwed into the sides.
Deaf attachments
Linger,
As if
Tools of shame,
sorrow,
And hope
Are no longer left.

Chugging,
Smoking,
Vibrating,
The machine continues on.

I watch,
Eyes watering,
Teeth chattering,
Waiting…

To stop the machine