3PM; End of Time

3PM; End of Time

A Poem by Jake Hajer

3PM; The End of Time

 

 

The colors are muted in a smog
Blur
And the deep listless grey
Breath of an aging parade crowd
of loiters

Buss fluff
Delivery truck wallow
Buzz-beg
Everything else
Criss-crossing
Always leaving
Or being taken

Broadway bar
coffin seats
Stuffed
For the end of time

It’s 3pm.
 

© 2008 Jake Hajer


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Jake Hajer
Jake Hajer

Chicago, IL



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