SIGH

bleh

a jobless typesetter
dreams of times square
under a white sky full of symbols

asterisks fight in the subway
exclamations blur past on the metro
a star is born directing traffic on 46th and 8th.

today's breeze is a liar
blowing sections of the times
past the shoeless wino

gotta change with the times he chuckles

burns a hole in the diamond above the i
in a bygone security blanket
with today's last gleaming light

what will tomorrow bring?
the piece on page eight's header reads
who knows? he exhales in smoke.

Author's Note

snapshot

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

hot lead is a dangerous thing, ever after the pagesetters all go digital. Wonderfully tight metaphor, exceptionally visual. Fine, fine work.