chained to the drag
hauled into the day
by sheer will
to make the rent
to pay the bills
to brave the burning sun
of another day gone
to smile at strangers for paper
that’s not even paper anymore
just numbers in an imaginary box
made of wires and sand
telling us what we’re worth
at any given moment…
instead of lying in a field
somewhere at midnight
with all my friends alight.
Edward L. Canavan is a Los Angeles poet whose work has most recently appeared in Rabble Review, Harbinger Asylum, and Th Opiate, as well as the Collapse Oresd anthology “Letters for the End Times.” He publishes a weekly blog on Wordpress and Substack called “The Sunday Dispatch” and has released 2 volumes of poetry on Cyberwit Press. Born and raised in the Bronx, NY, Edward currently resides in North Hollywood, California, where he practices Buddhism and is currently listening to Zeal and Ardor.
