7:54 on a Saturday in the Month of July


pressed with the rush
flow through the crowd
pushed into the pack
forced by their tide

never relenting
always wrangling
postition play
we give in

caught up in forward motion
grind out one more gear
never ending tension
human machine tries

never reversing
always working
clock puncher
one more shift

all contributions bleed into another
one great dull color
defining the whole picture
no one is ever looking back