lunch break

the threatening hint of hunger unites us into
an accelerating force barreling down the tower.
the path of the stairways takes too long, but
the warp-speed descent of the cold boxes is
there for us.
any of the three can vomit us into the sunlight.

the concrete-armored earth is warm and firm
beneath the daily traffic of rubber soles,
and the occasional skin.
the gravity beneath the tiles push back against
our weight, a resistance ancient and unstoppable
and never ending.
the pause and the deja vu of not knowing which
direction to take is inevitable, an aerial tide
tinged with infected city breeze.

her artillery eyes roam upwards. the hunt for
enemy clouds begins, but
the heavens are a peaceful blue today.
i consult my tongue for a reminder on
the nationality of sustenance we have recently
erased off the face of the world.

a decision is made. a destination is set.
a rendezvous wed to today's death match against
the demonic, abyssal, hunger of high noon.
oh, don't worry, loved ones; for the low cost
of small animal and defenseless plant life, we
are unbeatable.



2012.jan.19