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Gale City Grind by Jesse Printer Friendly

Wordless, breathless

feeling restless

a hunger rises in my throat

I'm out the door

before I know

whipping coattail

and cold air in my teeth

pumping thunder

through city streets

full tilt, chest heaving

whirlwind refuse in my wake

evening ritual underweigh

curious faces

startled, blurring

the end is nigh

for an abrupt old lady

and her fuckin groceries sprawling

this is bullshit.

Okay.

You're fine?

Here's your oranges.

Next time

Watch where you're going.

The sidewalk clear again

pattern steps, sailing

gasping, gaping

a homesome stairwell looms

back again

to silence, or one more go

the concrete drums anew.


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