I’m a deliveryman
I’m Intermeshed in the city
I am a cog spinning within the streets
Spiraling round the one-ways

We’re all connected
The cars beam on
just like water through the sewers
like talk through telephone wires

My enemies are one-way streets, stair-ways, and stoplights
Doormen, cut-off cabbies, tow-trucks, meter-maids, and cops are my enemies too
but only if they want to be
Or, just give me a wave and a nod
We got better things to do
Then be boss of one another

All these people in the streets
Trying to hustle, to participate in the flexing machine
And all just stepping on each other’s toes
Cutting-off, flipping-off
There’s friction and curses, but at the end of the day we’re all part of Chicago
And thank God we’re not in L.A.

I feel like my karma is clean
I’m just bringing people food
If they eat enough of it they’ll live
If they eat too much of it they’ll die
It’s up to them
It’s up to all of us
Just like anything

[For A Good Time
Contact Poet:
Wes Heine
Infinigon3@hotmail.com]