Nobody Knew At The Time

look at this kid,
collectively struggling
to secede from his bedsheets,
questioning the validity of his alarm.

he bites his hand,
the fleshiest bit at the base of the thumb.
feels his way through the basement
toward sensual scalding chamber,
the delight of his day.

strapped stone
to his shoulders. dropped off
into phone call questioning function
of the plastic coyote. decided geese
were dissuaded from landing.

an hour out the window
brings surprising amount
to nothing. magick'd cash
from the swindle box.
made change.

narrow misses
and quick crossings
leads him to the interior,
where passersby flicker
in the hallway.

he cuts an orange pepper
with spinach and salami.
eats the offering in one go.

catches a dozen videos
in the crux of his yawn.
discarding bad feeling.

he shakes his head
as a wasp scales the window.