Our Story?

Written words upon a pixel screen

Finger printed board and thought out dreams

Become deleted stories, and played out Tories

Generation of immigrants, mummified and gentrified

Brown, green, white and black blend together into grey

Fall away...away into the dawn

The rising son of man is gone

And what is left but scales, clocks and rulers to measure size and time of a world beyond weight

...undetermined fate

May it be said that we were afraid

The reason for boundaries laid

The Wheels

The car driven by the jowly man...the fouly man

Pushes by the merging vehicles

Wide hipped lady passenger screams in the fat man's ear as they squeeze in front of me

Traffic stops because of their selfish move and gives me time

Time to see the woman at the bus stop press her migraine into her frontal lobe

Her fingernails painted neon peach stab at her forehead

Wheels begin to turn and move as they slowly come off

The loud pear shaped lady and cheeky man rear end the car in front of them and I laugh

I think the fingernail lady just missed her bus...