The Commute by Arul Kacker

Artwork by Ikagar Saini

ludovico told me it's dangerous

i'm afraid he was right

a man's acceptance

of his own domestication

will roll him into an idiocy

that has no past

no one can hear your radio

everyone has their own thoughts and CDs

they're all fumes on the gravel

under the engines and the horns

you should have never come home

they took the lanterns down years ago

nobody strolled underneath them

everybody drove