Life's Parade
A man with a well trimmed beard sits,
Where a man lost in a chemical maze was yesterday.
The day before, entrepreneurs schemed,
Before that, a schizophrenic held court.
We're all sharing seats in this coffee shop,
Our lives touching, separated only by time.
Connected by where our asses rest,
And the bitter taste of our shared addiction.
The endless shuffle of the mornings,
Wearing down the cafe’s chairs.
A parade of humanity’s shared grind,
As we travel from one seat to another.
Our own shit mingles,
With the others’.
Wiped clean with each morning’s antiseptic,
But trace memories remain.
