Cement

I want to lie down, melt
into the rough grey cement
of the supermarket sidewalk.
There between the hardened wads of bubble gum
and the fluorescent trickles of dog urine
I will reside, singing blithely
with the shopping carts squealing
like piglets at the slaughter.
Cooled by the heavenly shade
of the newspaper machines and the super bounce balls,
both offering more than they can deliver,
I will stretch out and accept my fate.
All this,
not to once again face the bubbling asphalt sea
with my battered vessel,
and return to you.