what matters Poem, by pontefract, at My poetic side

I drag the jackhammer into dawn

just to bully the silence awake.

Concrete flinches.

The street convulses like a bad idea.

Mouth gaping whispers.
Law enforcement waits.

The world coughs dust in my face

and I grin back through cracked teeth.

I don’t cradle mornings;

I split them open for inspection.

I won’t watch the light;

I interrogate it under halogen glare.

The day doesn’t unfold >> it fractures.

And I stride through the rubble

unrelenting ,

unlistening, uninterested

in the quiet you keep pretending matters.

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