Free Food For Thought On Foot

"Look at your feet when you walk"    not up, cuss words unspoken    "personal space a*****e", broken    cement, jackhammer, hemorrhaging money    smog, green smog, the spector of    defeatist chattering mindlessly    endless status symbols.       To win, not lose    to not be successful,    unhappy, not enough time    take a breath, not enough    time, time is money    Wide awake wet dreams    with the dream w***e    on the billboard alone    licking her lips    alone alone alone    by ourselves in a crowd       tripping over garbage    and piss on the sidewalks    beware, defecating on the street    is a €500 fine    and a state funded    neutering, spent,    exhausted, all the wealth    in a glass bonfire    half-full of oil.       An ice breaker, a joke    a funny anecdote to pass    the intervals between    the cherry and the filter    and a dry martini ritual    one after the other    in a little black dress    or fine Italian suit    to end the day in the dark,    a minute a flash, a bend    in space time matter, a    self-fulfilling hangover.