3rd

[aaron]

I'd better get used
to this dark
day murdered
before we were acquainted

descending stairs
When will the rain clear?
There's no clouds
the sun set
minutes--just hours

after I woke
upside down, dormant
waiting for the world to stop
then I'll make my move

Grey metal clanging
specifically shaped and placed
various shades of grey
forktrucks fly by
yellow guard rails

midnight mundane
country music radio
malicious sadness
blasting three times a night

work isn't so bad after
all it's only
a dead
end