What do our signs say about us?

this contested bike lane reeks of possibilities pedestrians attempt the zebra crossing, flaunting red, look both ways, once twice off the curb, one block closer to wherever see you later I don't know who's a local who had a delivery a date or a destination to make room for in their brain I know what I know they know what they know it is what it is another day in paradise

let's get a drink at The Lone Palm because it's Monday night and the only place around here that cards thirty somethings, that's something I've been around this urban grid for some time now

drenched in the luxuries of paying rent and global conflict grief I can choose to watch YouTube my Yoga toned body selects the pink coconut water in plastic no sugar added but it's sweet I won't witness Earth digest the bottle but I know it happens off screen my teeth marks in the cap will indicate a large land mammal held it in its mandible to access the juices generations removed from producing its own food a millennial, KPIing and OKRing civilization forward trying not to OD on coconut water and dreams