This planet, your box

 From what square warehouse do you call down from?
Fringe bouncing in the autumn easterly
Some kind heart put wheels on you
your edging forward thank the world for slopes

Which links were welded around you
knowledge close to the heart
Never unboxed
to the grave if necessary

Protocol absorbed
the rest of you grows around it
permission stamped signed and plugged in
the tunnel so narrow friction builds on your arms

The world is a block
the criminals sculpt it 
shamelessly
while you fuss out defects in their technique

Wooden floors and penthouse lofts
familiar chorus and prescription artesanal beer
There´s no lego coding for the death cough
The virus threaded into black and white uniforms

Experience should be given a respectable ph
instead it´s as acid as a small green squarish vomit chunk