Solstice

Smoke twisting phantasms in the sky

haze strip teases the half lidded moon

rust red on oleaginous black

breeze fetid 'neath oily stars

slow ripple on dark water

guileful and prideful and sinful and still

befouled breath of a thousand thousand hairless apes...


So begins the waning.

Custodial

The left wheel always wobbles,
always.

Bristles missing on one corner

Fabric worn at the center

Cloying stench of rotting energy drinks

Coffee urine and stale smoke

Flickering lights and canned air

Halitosis and sweat and cheap deodorant


Always.



Lost track of the number of years spent cleaning up other peoples shit

disinfectant and failure

wasted potential

wheels spinning

moving ever backwards

disappointment staring back from a thousand grimy mirrors...


Knowing one's place...

Always.