Saturday, June 25, 2016


rain-slicked platforms
where we scrum
for a place
among the two-legged livestock

bristling angry
like a neutered gamecock

careless spill of languages
and faces
the same misery
among the mad races

broken down and delayed
resigned to this misery
for the hardened underpaid

cheek by jowl
make our own way
and say a silent vow
of “Someday…”

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