24 Hours

it's always nice
to
go shopping
at three in the morning,
three at night
when the world's
all but dead
with sleep
or
sleepless imitation
and the roads
and roadways
breath and settle
out
and I'm the only one
or
one of a few
alive and living
in the isles
or
checkout lanes
while any employees seen
spend their time
stocking and
restocking
and could care less
about harassing
or
helping you find
that imagined item
that cannot exist
without
the time and space
to conceive upon it