Circles, they walk around in them
at the mall, at the bus stop
like a hybrid human/chicken
one winged cocked
in the air
cellphone tight against cranium
to block out the noise
of the other half dozen
hukens
doing the same
At times I will
hold my phone against cranium
to mingle with the flock
snippets of information
orbit my position
in diversity
"la perra me dijo que no mueva..."
"yeah man I got a lead on a job..."
"que el infierno que ella piensa que es ...
"it don't pay worth a crap
"and it's in Richmond..."
"She don't tell me not to move..."
and so it goes
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC
Circles, they walk around in them
at the mall, at the bus stop
like a hybrid human/chicken
one winged cocked
in the air
cellphone tight against cranium
to block out the noise
of the other half dozen
hukens
doing the same
At times I will
hold my phone against cranium
to mingle with the flock
snippets of information
orbit my position
in diversity
"la perra me dijo que no mueva..."
"yeah man I got a lead on a job..."
"que el infierno que ella piensa que es ...
"it don't pay worth a crap
"and it's in Richmond..."
"She don't tell me not to move..."
and so it goes
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