walking to work

walking to work

in a s**t small town

with the cars whizzing by &

the peering drivers

with

bulging beady eyes

(fat behind the wheel,

never exercising, with

heart attacks & heart disease

just round the bend),

with curiosity that

killed the

f*****g cat,

with classism eyelashes &

the want of the white picket

fence, amidst the

burrowing down

increasing unemployment &

poverty rising

for the rest of

us &

there’s a rock in my shoe &

there’s a storm coming &

if one stops to untie the shoe

so that said rock-shoed individual

can release said rock

back out into the wild,

then of course the storm

will come thrashing.

Reviews

[Allyson Wolfe]

I love this! It's raw with emotion and provokes a certain reaction from the reader.