Dinersty

when the world finally ends,
the end will begin in nyc.
it has to.
the people here demand it.

i can see them during my lunch hour
standing in little groups on the corners
and in front of the bodegas
talking, drinking, mumbling, arguing

they beg for their destruction

some days i walk the avenue thinking "delete"
"delete"
"delete"

and I know enough to realize
that someone is looking at me
on these shitty streets,
watching me
and thinking "delete"
and someone is looking at that someone
looking at me

this city, with its streets and buildings,
is watching us all,
waiting, whispering

Topping Me

-I hate work-, I mumbled to my housemate, as I zombie-walked into the bathroom for the morning squirt.

-I hate waking up-, he replied,
and I thought to myself

-You win, man-

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