a giant draped in purple guides a lonesome fool through hell

he walks
squinting down
at his phone
seven foot tall
in bright purple
past a group
of ladies in
business attire
heels clacking
loudly on a
quiet tuesday
right before
the mad lunch
rush begins

my head hurts
and my backpack
digs into my
spine as i shift
my shoulders
and follow
the amethyst giant

there is
construction two
streets over
and the road
is packed with
cars searching
for an open
space between
randoms showers
from sunny skies
as acorns bounce
off the car roofs
in banging clangs
mimicking the
in the distance

groups linger
clots clogging
and i am just
a white blood
cell long past
seeking the spleen
to flush me from
this toxic system
following the
purple man into
a spiraling
madness between
errant storms


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s