Airborne gate sealing me
all this time, opened up
for business
to attend to
blades between
old trainers fabric
that may as well pierce
my skin and socks
beyond repair.
I can mimic the face
of disinterested dog walkers
with dreams
written all over,
never under on the green
not like me. Why else
would i be spending
time wisely wasting
away benches while
still firmly clocked in
but locked out
while cloaked in todays
sun and smoke.
I can laugh at the
childlike “are we
there yet?” and never
consider impatience
an impossible companion
At what point am i
supposed to feel the benefits
scientifically proven
and recommend for my peers?
Why bother
to get acquainted
with the daylight
and its customers?
Oh man, i cant wait
to get my hands on
the freak who said
such a nonsense
There’s whole
worlds out there,
but to me the universe
is four streets
up and across
the road is the supposedly
necessary recreation of man
So why can’t i wait
for my feet
to hit the pavement
on such a lovely day?
