what is the difference?
consumption,
stainless steal appetites.
primadonna, out front and back here.
steam vent, searing dish heat,
makes the machine move.
fire and fish,
that's all they seem to want,
apart from more, now, and faster.
sixhours sixmintutes and sixseconds
can be summed up in dollars, but not expense.
the hum of a compressor vibrates my back
just enough to remind me of the sore muscles stretched underneath.
i inhale just enough nicotine to get me through,
the ache of another fifteen hour day.
staring up six flights of apartments
surrounded by rats, garbage disguised as progressive recycling,
and the guts of by simple estimate thirty six carcasses,
there is a couple fucking, safe and undisturbed by what's going on
in the alley below them.
they make more mouths to feed,
they're making more to consume,
they're oblivious.
breaking glass,
a strew of obscenities in portuguese i don't understand,
the cigarette arcs and ignites a small pool of collected liqueur.
only the thought of the whole place burning down, and jes linger in my head till close.
/close.