Sleeping On The Job

bored

Pleasure abstracted-
Vice complications
Enacted underneath
The nylon awning.
Where gasps swarm
Among mayfly carcasses,
Illuminated by man.
The azure sullied windshields
Glare from frost.
A stranger smiles at me
Behind a median.
An obstacle obstructs,
Yet, he’s clear as a secret.

Tonight I’ll sleep atop bed sheets,
Choking on sensory depth
And fabric softener.

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