23:20

Written by: Darryl Davis

Night owls scavenge
breakfast. Or is it lunch?


          Lost track 4,015 wrappers ago.


Estranged, studded youth
shuffle the CD bargain bin like
Sunday afternoon gin.


          No incentive to be satisfied.
 

Career bachelors shop efficiently,
selling their GI tracts to the lowest bidder.
 
Two gigolos walk a breast
intently past the coolers.


          Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.


Denim gazelles graze in the
bulk food, cheeks and pockets pregnant
with the doldrums of small town America.