By Christopher Vola
Wake up!
Don’t stagger, stare
and think
like a cheeseburger –
not like that.
Exchange gunfire
in chronic rehab
visit the aroma
of marijuana
that greets the smack-fiend
and national garbage
on the Subway.
Ride blonde flip-flops
in their iPad
life so seriously.
It isn’t permanent.
Red sprawls,
fraying advertisements,
A black hand clutching a bottle
of el mundo! The same picture that
glares down
at the passengers.
You won’t find the residue.
Clutching at Straws 