Morning Truck

buzzing
zap
click click click
click
clock ticks tacks time racks
reasonably late irate irritated
crack crack crack
stretch the lines longer
smootly drift and melt the phases
of the moon and sun into a syrup
tack tack tack
the new prices roll in
right out the back go the unusable
pieces and parts of lives all mixed
clunk clunk clunk
right into the truck
dripping out the rusty bottom
only to return the next day at the same time
breathe
in out in
the people go back
and forth and back again