the early morning.
the smoggy drudgery starts.
bowed heads in grievance.
lightly
i watch the driver
winding through the dark tunnel.
i can’t see the light.
soul food
from the warm soft place
trickles warm sticky friendship.
nourishing my soul.
backwards living
the goal is so far.
the journey never ending.
life from the rear view.
friendless
the tall golden boy
befriends just the chosen few.
me without a friend.
ought be for naught
the slow turning wheel.
spinning ball’s seductive dance.
it is all for naught.