i was walking around these
streets tonight
as wasted as always
tired i sit on a stoop
watch all the walking
before i left my place
i googled death tolls
on average in america
sixty five hundred people die
each day
no more consumerism
no more touch
no favorite things that are
your favorite thing to do
just a rug pulled out from
under your feet
each of us will be on that list
like the helplessness when you
slip on the ice
i offer nothing didactic
not even sure this is
problematic
but it does make me look around
at all that surrounds
the harried pace, the rat race
the struggle to survive
and just how despondent we
participants are
not asking why
not searching for meaning
just doing
short sighted vision without
ocular enhancement
a door opens
someone yells at me to get off
their stoop
i light a cigarette and fall in
line
with all the other statistics
walking by
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