3PM; End of Time

3PM; The End of Time

 

 

The colors are muted in a smog
Blur
And the deep listless grey
Breath of an aging parade crowd
of loiters

Buss fluff
Delivery truck wallow
Buzz-beg
Everything else
Criss-crossing
Always leaving
Or being taken

Broadway bar
coffin seats
Stuffed
For the end of time

It’s 3pm.