We round the corner,
a stray cat stares me down
deep as if
he knows something,
and I think,
"Well,
we all do,
don't we?"
and we'd be better off at home,
but have convinced ourselves we need to earn it.
The failure of temporal significance
overwhelmed us suddenly
with great military precision,
German engineering,
the usefulness of the have-nots
with their ambling mobility and not much else,
cats and their sense of entitlement we've long since rejected,
wine from the bottle,
tonight whiskey by,
the buildings of glass and sure steel but,
it's not noticeable.
Not like our weaknesses or maybe that's just me,
you know how I get,
challenged.
We stop at the red lights, on principle.
It's cultural.
Choosing the hours,
lest we fall prey to some underground parade,
and where does it all go?
The stories,
and stories,
all glass,
your turn.