The Globe Road

Superior rest stop -
smells like crabs.
Humans cling like scrub
to a mountainside, defeated paradigm
of copper-fed machines,
now it's our minds, they've been waiting
for us to plug and play in
to their factory hive

and this is
what we'll become: drunk listening
to the distant train
the coyotes laugh at.

Labor Retraining Center,
Globe gun and pawn on
to San Carlos, nesting Apaches
where my son finally
quiets his mind.