Hunting
window seats,
timeless observation decks,
for things -
people really -
sifting
over and over.
I don’t understand
or pretend not to
for the sake
of a plastic beach
somewhere.
Reworking the data,
changing perspectives,
and updating the algorithm
through sips
from a tulip glass.
Making it absolutely nowhere.
Still, the water runs;
the purple coats
cry on the corner,
a blue Porsche
drifts around...
whatever you say,
space cadet.