sun burn

the skeptical voices

I wake up with them

Morning coffee shuts them down

for a moment

They burn under my skin like an oven on low,

the heat is in the distance

but near

They are shielded from my soul

by fate and inches

On the horizon it's daylight out still

I bide my time till they sleep

Then I can sleep

A thousand ongoing deals

Revising.

Justifying.

being ripped transparent

all in the course of a good or bad day

the skeptical voices don't take

holiday

They thrive on my strife

They make wagers on wether I'll survive the night

better yet, the day

I drive fast and reckless just to make them dance

We all laugh when I'm unscathed

They control the cops, the players

and the

degenerates

who might have one day had something

now they hopelessly scratch off

dollar 7-11 gambling

the voices like the human bloat

won't stop until your face and

knees are ground up raw

on the hot asphalt

while people quickly stare and step over you on the way to work