night

dark is the morning dark is my phone with aliens rushing our border i watch these vermin with contempt i take my eyes off at 8am sharp the commute is only an hour but a good first impression i will attempt i bought the new phone today it’s 0.5 centimeters bigger and even has another camera to survey i stopped by the restaurant because its payday the cashier’s wage is pitiful and yet they obey that restaurant is slick with oil in the night tomorrow the donkeys wake up to the styx it's just the usual politics though no darker than the previous night some donkeys have houses, some half detached some donkeys work carts, some clack away at keyboards all sleepy but passionate enough to wage wars for pigs in hordes our fat shadow casts a melatonin over them honing an crepuscule covert with its shape sluggishly, one eye scans for solidarity satisfied with the turbulence over the landscape