The Playlist

It’s many someone elses’ art.
The deer wanders across the view
In twilight as you pick songs out.

Life is a half-dammed stream these days,
If streams could be dammed by water.
Why not? A huge influx, a swamp.

You are in your car, you influx,
And the deer and bacteria
Flow around you in this new swamp,

Them and all the rest of the lives
Your kind of life has just flooded.
Well, what’s your new playlist tonight?