Don’t more need heroes
Just less working class
Creativity spread like jam
Across the knives and tables
After an executive brunch
While I clean the crumbs
Off a George Foreman grill

Once mopping up floors
I thought, No really,
“I’m better than this.”
Just cause; a relationship ends
Doesn’t mean it wasn’t good.
I know how much of me
you can handle. I know you.

Always moving.
Go with the flow.
Entropy exists
For a good reason.
Semicolonic intent
Obtuse angels.