Leaf Blowers are Dumb

a Saturday morning poem.

it’s a picture of Godzilla.

thank you for the mouthful of dirt, the cigarette ash from the lane dusting my eyes and the umbrella garnish of a sycamore leaf resting on a steamed latte of hair, as my coffee cup is now filled with sand—

my brain is boiling from the rage that I feel.
I understand why Godzilla destroyed Tokyo.