in the car, talking to someone
crazy and savage. I’ve nil
to do until I go home
for a drink than to ogle the rain pour
down hard, splinter in shards
on my car window.

Killing time
in the supermarket. It’s
the only thing open. And I’m
hoping it passes the hours, between
the lines and the check-out time.

Killing time
until I go to bed.
Then do it
all over again
the next day.