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:

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

Scratching tapping
talons itching.

The future will not be full of germs.

Glass offices will rip through clouds.
Piercing.

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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