Misery

  by David Chorlton

Misery is in the air.
It roars

the way it did yesterday
from the helicopters

over 7th Street
that wouldn’t go away

but stayed from two
to five

making noise.
This is a miserable time

with no end in sight
to debts and tempers

running short.
We need a quiet place

to recover
but all we get is loud

noise and misery
for news. Last night

TV showed
the pedestrian

who walked with his misery
into the freeway

where the angels
hovered over him

with motor hearts
and spinning wings.