Kansas City Barbecue

Today. 

It's a weird day. 

Lunchtime.

Monday.

No energy, no thought, no expression.

No care in the world

Know hopelessness, guilt, train tracks.

Hot. Hot. Hot. 

Loud. 

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. 

The afternoon.



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