Not Bothered

Potent hopes are smothered
by dulled blades. Some sullen

lifeguards follow the ripples
outward, chewing batteries,

savoring sunlight. Sewermen
bathe divinely, scrubbing dents

from their exoskeletons. Then
an irrefutable gang catches wind

of gears whirling, takes turns
perplexing gateway dregs, dares

each other to plunder sternums
with their plentiful tongues,

what fun. Hail from the underpass!

They know the value in unknowing.

Hail from spring's subtle invitation!
We've arrived not expecting another

arrival in the works, the midst missing
its moxie, most of us locked into our

movies, scrambling unpolished credits,
rolling, rolling, our life at last.