Squat, a morning poem

az-sunrise

SQUAT

I squat behind a side-street generator,

Pre-sunrise

A shit to disrupt the morning run.

What is this?

Headlights, white skinned vegan cyclists,

Street-sweepers.

Somewhere in this city

A man spends his last

Dollar on a lottery ticket.

Only a few will stop

To see the purple sky.

Shitting,

Gambling,

Starving,

The sky has no bias.

by KMM

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Nomad. Poet. Philosopher. Teacher. View all posts by Lightning Heart

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