Plastic Pop

I shimmy up 10th Avenue
like I have a purpose.
A yellow jeep
zips northward
indicating a certain urgency.
I just had a slippery glimpse
of a lime green backpack
on a human frame.
The light is milky
and blank.
A blue dump truck
matches the top
of that fire hydrant.
I feel cruddy
about your bullshit.
Tonight I will sleep
the way some people
do stuff.