The sun’s a thief

Light-fingered master

Who calmly stole the night.

 

Cars careen blearily, blaringly, boastfully by

Slightly awake passengers’ yawning distantly inside

Are madly spinning asteroids riotously driving

Uncontrolled round city’s crazily chaotic flight.

The passengers listen for a pulse that shows direction for the day

Slavishly seeking reassurance of monthly well-earned drone-like pay

The time clocks keep on ticking but can’t keep time or life at bay

It’s nine o’clock they must be there

Or buildings disintegrate and tumble like depreciating clay,

Or so it seems as I walk along, watching faces uncaring, wearing frowns

And jumbled, pained and painted faces like scary circus clowns.