It is near dawn and I have just be shot out of a canon
A typical commute,
paying some Spaniard
for the right and privilege to drive 80 miles an hour through the heart of Dallas.
The tollways takes its toll as speeding commuters squirt out onto surface streets
like steel blood loss under sodium vapor lamps burning mercury.
I rose up 18 floors into the executioner’s song of a sunrise.
On the way to pour hot caffeine directly into my veins
I peer out through the fleeting dark at a jeweled city
rising from slumber.
Giant buildings eat people disgorged from buses
only to spit them out again when the day done.
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