what is there to learn from the everyday
from the Grind?
walking beside each other
not smelling the desperate hopeless stench
of the businessman on the corner
waiting for green
Mothers, Strippers, Lovers, Killers
everyone trying to get by
walk don’t walk
caught at a perpetual yellow light
needing to be somewhere by 3pm
Sisyphus on the mountain.
Where does all of the time go?
Time, square. Here or There.
all the same in the corporate church
selling sanctuary for less
Air Bags Included.
All written content © 2012 Helenna Santos-Levy