you've got a heart full of shit -
amphetamine eyes & necktie scars
the kids running from yard to yard
like persistent little politicians
selling wheres and weary guards.
(like only your initials
scrawled on the backs of hallmark cards)
there are somethings i can't contemplate
like the drive home from work
a few hours too late;
fall asleep with the television on
wake to some report about hospital bombs.
people these days.