Kansas City Barbecue
It's a weird day.
No energy, no thought, no expression.
No care in the world
Know hopelessness, guilt, train tracks.
Hot. Hot. Hot.
Walking down 12th & Imperial — along the green lines.
Vending machine broken.
This machine does not store cash.
Please do not vandalize.
Kansas City Barbecue &
A blue umbrella outside.
Everything looks flat to me.
It's like I'm walking through space
but nothing's happening.
When those phone calls
And inbox gets started, shining, blinking
SafeTran Systems Corp. & murals
Decorate the boulevard.
And I'm safe from the tracks.
Meditation blocks my rage.