"fauxhawks" poems
*a sheeplish jaywalker
followed confidently by three others.*
I swim through people:
laps in the waves of arms
doggypaddle through
people and their backpacks
their breifcases, dufflebags
hockey sticks, saxophones, babies
mohawks, fauxhawks
pleas for change, professions of Christ.
offerings of pretzels and
poorly aged hotdogs
cheap sunglasses, perfume
not one, but two delirious people
drift to sleep on my shoulder.
I swim on.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC