the scenes of youth

imbued with the frivolousness of spring
windows down, spilling gasoline…

I’m curious why
this self as a city
maintains the same governor
despite the droughts
these dreadful streaks of unproductivity

lately I’ve thought
of the longing for volatility
the surges replaced with a calmer mind and less blood

how my body exists as a failing cell democracy
the pull of consciousness made null by reality
a sense of morality, now uninvited
crushed and overridden by a latent biology