Breaktakers

Photo by Louis Hansel on Unsplash

that first gulp or puff
pulled down
in lungs or stomached

to get away from what we can’t stomach
or breathe anymore

a fact even holy men and demons know because even God took a break

because we all need some type of break
from it

the bills, the boss, the wife, the husband, the kids, the dogs or cats or traffic or people or city life or suburban strafed strife in the kingdom of boredom where staccato good mornings, good afternoons, and have a nice days bounce off the stucco of stored up aggression in pantomimed regression

so we run from the strafed strife
looking for a break from the firefight
from the constant, neverending, mindbending, heartrending, hashtag trending force of time

and have a toke or gulp of beer or coffee so dear we hug it in our hands
like we want to be hugged by a life outliving us
so we go to church or a gym or to swim or the forest for us to have a fucking minute of peace
but the minute passes
because time is watching as watch hands turn and point us back to work, responsibilities, and the rest