I Pushed Through A Long, Narrow Street

I push through a long, narrow street.
Several houses have garage doors open.
All of the men in those garages look the same.

Disregard.

I walk down a main thoroughfare.
A large truck barrells past
and leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Disregard.

I sink my eyes into uniform lights,
as far as my vision will allow.
Above me, a timeless wink.

Disregard.

I cut paths, as guided by others,
but all paths are contained.
I want out.

Phoenix AZ 1991