DAY AFTER DAY

looking over one's shoulder,

day after day after day, everyday;

a most haggard way of life.

existing on adrenaline.

counting minutes, not days.

living in the now; this day.

no future thoughts.

no plans, other than

staying alive for another

day of endless array of days.

teetering on edge of existence.

stories from the street.

most any street. most anywhere.

any country, continent; similar stories.

separated only by language.

this undulating mass of humanity.

an alliance of broken dreams;

scream out; no one hears.

inside every minute,

sixty seconds are held captive

against their will,

aching for release. 

cruising on waves of

hysteria;

across oceans of

steamy fire balls.

sky aflame with

flaming blame gamer's,

cursing failures name.

having nothing to do

with birds and bees,

or beam farming.

or scrubbing backs

of rogue elephants

on steroids. or

scrub crabs or flying

fish, jumping high

skyline, or

buying black market

underwear. 

one size fits all;

no cash back guarantees.

and my condolences

to all visiting here,

expecting  an

intelligent life form. 

bizarre behavior

incendiary mindset

let the games begin.