There's a death on the move

I want to breathe the dust out my lungs
throw it in the air
tiny particles of wasted time and energy
blow in the wind

A brief second of awakening
from that stranger walking down the way
a slight stumble in stride
an out of place expression
resumes

I exhale green clouds of toxic knowledge
gets in yer eyes
a truck explodes
and vermin scatter

brown smoke of sewage blowing out every pore
a giant rage
scatters down the street
with slippery tentacles
reaching up dresses
tripping up children
drowning small, customized pets
building momentum
taking out coffee shops
hair salons

Pick up my paper
need a coffee
my hair's too long