No Parking Meter

Metered Degree

Don’t fall away waves
the ones that make sense
by declaring the right thing to do.
No one wants to hear voices of
what will never work.
That this is a dream.
A failure.
A bad calling.

Waking up to tires flailing is
never what the tire dealer’s daughter
wants to hear.

There is no lull in a collar here.
No predicted, consistent temperament.
Only wavering certainty and misunderstood
consonants.