Archive for October 13th, 2011

Morning Commute Burn

Why it’s every morning,
I don’t know, but it creeps in,
the smell of burning toast,
crawling on long fingernails,
it spews filth into my Ford
as soon as I’m near the glorious
tall buildings, burning wheat,
seeds of grain.
Several seconds and I know,
it’s the cocoon of my soul
that burns and hurts my eyes.
Every morning, is it toast or spirit
that dies so others may thrive?

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Shit Phone

I don’t want to hear
the shit music
coming from your shit phone.

Leave me alone.
let me watch how happy
people are,
how clueless, how drunk,
how blacked-out, how social,
let me watch.

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