cul-de-sac
a man in pajamas
brandishes a gun
*
the muzzle-flash shines
through his cheeks – too late this strange
enlightenment
*
our gazes
as the bus passes by
fixed on his sockless feet
cul-de-sac
a man in pajamas
brandishes a gun
*
the muzzle-flash shines
through his cheeks – too late this strange
enlightenment
*
our gazes
as the bus passes by
fixed on his sockless feet
An undesirable add-on to the commute. – mh clay