for bike messengers and other unsung heroes

i see through blue sea shell eyes ... how hideous sharks hideout.
a wispy urban astronaut, i'm strapped inside my rocket zooming
down the concrete. crazy piling through the cosmos, over clogged-up
thoroughfares … gruffly pulling out indifferent clipboard and receipt.

(skoodaddle mama puckers on the operating table. intermittent
visions of her agony are dogging me) … i fidget on an escalator.
busy with its bugaboo, my brain containing thunderclaps of animal curiosity …
pulling crusty chains from racks, a dissonant, distinctive thwack
blowing through the casement of my incandescent street smarts …

riled and disgusted as i sweat out wads of toxins, breaking balls
all day until the fibrous veil of night falls across relentless streets …
something off the dial, the hook and crook of everything that's
undulating in me head, constant on its course of menace, ticking …
time-bomb city!
















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