concrete is unforgiving
on any given day
after a relaxing libation
just chillin'
and then
bump

I'm awake
at least I think I am
eye slitted and post box red
lining up with the horizontal blinds to create a morning rainbow

once again dear world
I am still here

I think

it's evening
close the day behind me
my eyes are tired
nothing to do but relax
into my pre final daily ritual
the glass is primed
the moon flowers once more
this is hope

life is for everyone
let's not interfere because it makes us feel right
why waste energy trying to change and rearrange complexities
that we will probably never fully understand

I live for the night
It never fails to excite
The darkness prevails
Those unearthly tales
My future is clear
My destiny is here

The complexity of humanity can be found in the convenience store

The regulars, not looking to change the daily habits

The passing trade, hoping for a one stop

The lonely, finding a point of contact that may be the only one
                    not buying anything in particular but happy to advise
And

The cashier
                    overseeing all with power
                    never participating wholly in the dramas that unfold

But looking forward to the end of the day when the door closes

like a jigsaw
a jumble of pieces
never revealing the full picture until the last
and then ?