Abora

idle humidity

8/27/18 10:35Pm

 

where do you find yourself

on balmy sunday nights

when the grass has been cut 

and it hangs in air like low fog

of glistening green

 

i find myself sitting

looking out over the lake

as urban deer stare at me 

not working

 

i can’t believe i’m being paid

to sit here and read kerouac

i cried,  before shoving corned beef

down my throat

 

that’s not what they pay for

you’re a janitor, wearing rags

though i still feel like a king

among the many dumpsters

 

waste is a theme

around my hometown

and it seems people excel

 

wings, riptide, dry rub

and humidity all night long

 

 

Comments1

  • Lorna

    Good grief where did you come from...... a new kerouac........



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