Morning Blood

At first sight

There was hope

But then blood was drawn

With one poke

Of the eye

With the social feed

Roaring with fire

And stoked wherever you go

There was morning blood

Drawn

Even if you didn’t

Know

The Parking Lot Sweeper

That parking lot sweeper

Was kicking up all of the dust

On a late night in Phoenix

As the sun had recently set back

The truck made it’s pass

To swallow the dust from the day

Away

From the parking lot

And start a new

Another day