I dread the day success dries up
feel the worry in the air
no measure of predicted efforts
just fueling the anxiety at hand
"recession" slips out lips
as I eavesdrop lacking plans

wastewater pollutants of
artistic inaccuracies
dripping
of generated creation
tainting digital spaces
careless observers
sipping
on a sea of
missing authencities

I love the beauty in the cities
that I have never stepped foot in
walked on Google street view
browsed at in zillow listings

I click a listing for a studio
costing- in a month -more than
I pay- for double the space- in
six months time