a scan and a beep,
makes suits leap,
business wanna boom,
spreading toxic gloom;
wash your hands,
avoid the tomb.
Dollars go, “ka ching!”
“ka ching!” Walking
in your bling
ring
ring
ring-
Wash ya
face.
Category: Experimental
Between 9-5, I
will be, AT PEACE.
I will be SUDDENLY
JARRED AWAKE,
AT TWO. no. Three,
in the morning.
A FEAR will
O V E R T A K E
me.
Eyes will dart,
back and forth
forth back and forth,
Wondering…
Watching the rain
through the window,
blowing in the silent
wind, the sun
bathing droplets,
remind me,
I’m behind
the glass,
stuck, like
a bug,
inside this
jar, of
nine
to
five.
Chattering,
images flare-
mindstruck.
highway
driving,
words flow,
looking to vent-
every
busy
moment,
the
mind
wanders
into
spectrometric
bows, rolling
falls flooding
verdant plains,
poppy fields,
watermelon
skies blossom
into obsidian,
crescent crimson
crowns midnight-
torn
away-
by
the
nattering
day.
