some thoughts

Craggy face woman head cracked like a cliff, cheek sagging
on a rocking tube surrounded by baggage,
(emotional or otherwise),
moving towards a destination,
a target.

Some thoughts:

You’re never more than 10 foot away.
In the corner of my eye I see them.

Scratching tapping
talons itching.

The future will not be full of germs.

Glass offices will rip through clouds.

Monorails? They’ve never caught on.
And where’s the jet pack I was promised?

This new heat stifles in confined spaces.

The woman on the bus in sandals,
big toe seems erect
it points up
like its divine.


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