Being a roach

what are you
doing?
I’m enduring
it’s what I do
well
existing
breathing
scavenging
hiding

I scurry thru the
night
in my little black
car
like a roach along
the wall
avoiding the foot
of officer
roach killer
mostly they forget
to twist their foot
when they
stomp
I always get away

but I’ll be here
sometimes in the
cracks
sometime gorging
on leftovers
sometimes just
resting
watching the feet
move around
but I am here
waiting for a
break in the
traffic

J. Masuda © 2004
art
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your metaphor really suited my mood today, j. i liked this

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