Oil For Heat

We are all the same.
The sled dogs to entropy
on foot through the cold highway marathon.
To the avenues to the edge of the universe
panting,
huffing smog,
then finally retiring
our poor skulls
somewhere
on some road
or
back alley dumpster.

freezing and terrified.

one

last

mile.

Please,
just one more wholesome sunset
over the slums.
Give us a few good years,
a little oil for heat,
we won't lie about who we are.
Nothing to Nobody.
Nobody's Nothing.