Sleeping on the job

 the human mind sleeps across these cities and towns
distracted by the excessive entertainment,
pushing debris over the land
what sticks and what moves churning it all up

as confused as the human race
so many herds so many cliffs
slumber wheels humming
across the cities cracked narrow streets

addicted to the scraping sound
the juice of leaked oil and petrol
the residue of local factories
unconsciousness

the human body moves through cars and wagon
the mind unquestioning acting on what it thought was interest
personal toxic interest in the city of sheepish seepage
conformity in a sleeping pill concocted for every anxious pleb