Friday, August 11, 2017

the wherewithall
   the somnambulist
the stony bridge
and escapes
the narrow confines
   of his own doing
    yet still
     seems sleepy
    shakes the ice coffee
      the ice rattles
footsteps in vans
 worn and stickered
    reading the pavement messages
    "this city sucks"
    a man runs through traffic, laughing