Escape notes

staying stoic

among the caterwauls,

the legions of false faces,

the theatrics – like trained animals we jump

 for hard-earned pay

let others plunder their wayward souls;

we’ll form a secret resistance,

paint glitter onto bank notes

as we plot our escapes

we’ll leave them to it,

be cleansed by sun and shade

and accept hunger

as pay

for the better world we’ve made

L.I.E. at 4:32 a.m.

bleary blinking

with van-heavy brakefoot

cargo sliding to and fro

shiny road

swooshing underneath

streaked

in reflector rainlight

passed out passengers

swaying to the beat

of cruising speed

dodging the reckless trucks

panic-flushed

by invisible lane lines

casting out signals

as the cold traffic

keeps whizzing by