9.4.19

Standard

Much of the unqualified
bilge was drained.
The hucksters got their fair shake in
before it was too late.
By now, we’d become weaponized,
given to unapologetics, bent
on breaking the nowhere
leading boulevard into colder
and colder fragments.

An explosive finish dangled
just within reach. I forgot
how good it felt to risk my neck,
to bruise my rind,
for disaster to flirt back for once.

Among the populace,
the prevailing temperment
was soporific, though in rare
moments of wakefulness,
some managed to hurl epithets
in our direction. We were “degenerates”

and eased into the designation
as into a warm bath.
Some just have no patience
for sophistication.

-r. miller

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