I want to change this
same old predictability
day after day
with nothing different
except maybe the weather
same old pattern
nothing new happening
no surprises
I’m not excited
by flowers
and bees
concrete streets
the trash collectors
collect the trash
the mailman
delivers the mail
the dogs bark
the neighbor’s kid squeals
I go out the front door
come back the same way
same ****
different day
you say be grateful
count my blessings
I’m breathing in
polluted air
swimming in
corroded beaches
living in
a world
of diseases
where people seldom smile
keep to themselves
I know not of them
or myself
the only one I talk to
is my remote
to change the channel