xo

in a warehouse
i stand among thieves.
silence trumps anticipation
american beauty catches a breeze
i take note of everything.
four cargo vans
caravan to my feet
the muscle watch my movements
i disregard their eyes
inspect the packages
i'm satisfied.
we replace drivers
my boys know where to go
i watch them peel off.
the deal is done
i pay respect
my fellow conspirators blend into day.
from the abandoned building
i let the city wash over me
gray cloud the skies.
like the man on the latter
i turn dirt into blue
the task is daunting
but if not me
who will stand during the storm
dispensing happiness to the world.