art-time-collective

tired eyed shamblers walk blearily
through hangover haze that the
sun pushes through enthusiastic
cutting paths through shuttered eyelids
walk past scab-kneed skate kids
with bits of asphalt in their palms
and engravings of past mistakes
shining white on tan skin stretched
taut across scrawny bone
scampering back to boards ejected
while mechanized frustration sits
fuming and moaning beyond barriers
exhaust drifting, building clouds
that will never build rain, drifting purposeless
decorative shawl draped over The Commute
the occasional horn erupts but too tired mostly
all asking the omniscient third person
what’s taking so long or why am I here
sometimes colliding sometimes dying
very inconvenient deaths
then doors push open and throat clears
and hi if it’s too late for breakfast
I’ll have a big mac, frowning glancing at wrist
then slowly home
derelict sesame seeds leaping free
sparrows cock heads sing thanks and think
what a perfect day
phone is beeping exasperated
two missed calls from work
low battery

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