Traffic Lights Changing Teams
Imagine my surprise –
that the dead are still the living
in some tired cosmic lotto
running a waterfall of dirty tap water
over my hands and thinking
When I woke up this morning
work was still work. You got paid
and someone expected you to be there
which is different than a bribe. A bribe
means they want you even if they can’t
afford you, while a job means they
own you on the cheap.
And it is not until your days off
that you realize what it means
to be on. Not all the time like some
fidgety brain surgeon of questionable hygiene,
but enough to think of traffic lights
The way you sit up in the dark
to make sure you are not in a coffin.
There’s an election in two years.
Someone will vote for someone else
which won’t mean anything
And the cat rubbing between my legs
wants food. Love perhaps, but most definitely
food. And the moment I crack the can
we grow vocal. The window open for air
even though they say it’s polluted.