Cricket Haze

I sit by the fake river 
fake smoke mixes wild smoke 
artificial creatures nap and pull 
to make good on their natures

I insist on direction 
I wear red: I am cardinal
I bear scepter faith
stun non-believers
fake wood paints my seat

Falsely assisted eyes look out 
farce flows flower 
concrete asphalt flight 
the path is no path 
cricket haze is my mountain