Million Dollar Man - James Ferraro

Out of an air conditioned Prius

I open the car door

A warm desert heat rushes in

In the infinite expanse of

Malls and designer condos

A treadmill burns quietly

On the freeway

My sculpted abs are a conduit

For something unknown

Both judgmental

And scared of judgment

Bottled water

What is that I’m so conscious

Of water all the time?

Traffic jams and designer suits

Lost in the smog of an ancient dream

Fear and Hair-gel in a silicon simulation

24 hour hand sanitizer

And you remain anonymous