WALK

stop the change
to darken streetlights up,
negotiate only once
with each type of beauty.

the air turns thick and sap like up,
with a backwards view of consumption.
a smile gets stifled in the giving...
the process of a sidewalk
mumbling softly to a shoe.

everywhere i've been gets reminded

heads turn swift on dimes
violently dropping
a sycamore from realizing
it's been paid
minimum wage. and i'm

so very sick of trying
i fail upwards,

a new promotion...with each one of my mistakes.