smog that stuffs

the world never sleeps

and the people never wake

when the cities

are stuffed with smog

of the morning

or is it the exhaust

from last night

that brings them to their beds

after being busy

but never busy enough

for there is more to do

in the morning

and hopefully a lot more

to see,

unless there’s that smog

again

*

a seagull picks

apart the carcass of a pizza

while i sit hungry

on a bench faded and forgotten

in a park with leaves

falling and fumbled

from bark

wondering if the beast will share

the red rot

with the likes of me

or do i have to wait

until it is finished

with the less liked of us

and our waste

hoping to get something

that a bird won’t eat

but humanity can create

with the ingenuity that brought about

pizza and me

in the first place

and that makes me hope

that it is neither

and that i was made from pizza

because i’m chewing my lip

and then the leaves

and then nothing

for the bird has gone

an