I sit in
the library staring at
high rise
construction. Corporate
buildings, silver, square
but tall– I want to tear
them down.
Right now. Build
someone shelter.
Then when the
CEOs offer palms
to my palms
with a blueprint–
slap!
(originally published in Raised Brow Press, Summer 2020)
we again drink through tuesday
on a rooftop around the corner of
where we grew up watching traffic
nearly crash into every other car
at rush hour there’s no room for
interpretation at 6 pm everyone
comes home from work cranky
this fucked economy of waking
to pay bills a sunrise for the rich
(originally published in Penmen Review, Summer 2022)