eleven: Burn

Burn

Long seconds
Own heartbeat thunder
Drowned out by hyperventilation
After toppled garbage can
And a light,
Motion sensitive,
Blinks alive

Wait… waiting

No apparent witness
“City quiet” not too quiet
To blend in
And get into it
Climb dumpster
With a world of
weight in head
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Reach service ladder
With chrome-and-sky blueprint
For billboard destination
Carrying aerosol weapons
For culture wars

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