Black Umbrella Afternoon

Scary people are everywhere weaving through backbones of rain-soaked roads taillight burning A holes in my balding white walls. Scary people in endless grocery store lines carts filled with poison pop tarts and cheap headache wine they never smile- haven't smiled since childhood. I try and stay clear of their scariness but they constipate every venomous isle. Scary people at the doctor's office a room filled with sick impatience a scary piss faced receptionist knows all our secrets. Scary doctor ladling out a scary diagnosis or two followed by a prognosis void of emphasis... there is no cure for the affliction of indifference. Scary leaders with scary scripts out daring other scary leader power pricks and their endless scary power trip tricks... nonchalantly sending a million scared kids into an early death... with one scary stroke of a scary green ink pen. Scary billionaires orchestrating our scary futures tampering with our food supply and stratosphere. talking down to a mass of bleating ignorance. The only time people aren't scary is when they're hunched over a cemetery silently saying goodbyes in a salty rain playing taps atop a black umbrella afternoon.