for bike messengers and other unsung heroes

iconoclastic rocket ship
zooming down the concrete
wind is skittering off me
stacks of chaos everywhere

navigating through the cosmos
over clogged up thoroughfares
gruffly tossed around indifferent
clipboard and receipt

climbing stairways through my brain
in my token stratosphere
bolstered by transcendent
jolts of boundless curiosity

pulling out my body pack
a dissonant distinctive thwack

guestimating what is needed
on this filthy pavement
unfurled fingers grasping
iridescent metal objects blowing up around me

can't help feeling isolated
and disgusted also tired
slammed o'er haywire highways
way too many times

jammed inside
the soulless deadening grind
of time bomb city













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