15 minutes or less

i see desperation in this fable:
they want to be so badly noticed
for situations and placement
of mainstream sordid pasts;
not unlike the light rail horns
at stray pedestrians midst tracks,
headphones in–blaring, at Huron’s bend.
and we pray they see it coming,
the rumble, the sharp metal–over…
and we don’t decipher to which god,
make believe for a lifestyles–
(why tell them any different?)
someone or something has to stop it,
at the corner of life and death, trivial
and just about noticed for nothing
there are people watching content.

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