Sugar and Cream
I saw a bum today
okay, sorry
a homeless man
washing
his socks in the
community
water fountain.
Then I saw a man
running toward the max
his briefcase
fallen open and everything
wind-born as he ran.
I then passed wind
took a drag on my cig
kept looking around
because what else
is there to do?
The city was
sleeping
most movement
the waste
in the streets
tumbling and
committing suicide
by jumping into
the cracks of city
drains.
I had a job
somewhat decent pay
a studio apartment
a young lady
who enjoyed my company
yet under my skin
I couldn’t rest.
The condition of
the economy
the overall human
condition
dug into me
like a bayonet into
the stomach of
a squealing teenage
solider.
The observation of life
is much
the same as who we see
looking back from within
our bathroom
mirrors
in fact
we all live in this
image together
some of us
slipping through
cracks of our own
existence
saying fuck this system
because we
belong to the universe
if anything
at all.
I took a seat just inside
one of my coffee
spot stops and
dropped my things
grabbed a coffee
with sugar and cream
because that’s
the way I like it.
Copyright © 2012 – Bobby Travis
