Dual Skateboarders
You can always hear them
coming.
Dual skateboarders
with shaggy dos
and baggy pants
drooping halfway down
the ass.
Each has a silver chain
connecting their back pocket
to their front pocket
as they wheel away
down the street.
Talking on tiny maroon phones
or texting messages
back to the mother
ship.
Their movements are mechanical
and soulless.
They make me think of robots
built to look human,
but not quite.
When they finally take over
I hope I’m dead
and gone.
Until then,
I will watch them
wheel by my window
each day.
Performing tricks
every so often
like the trained dogs
on short leads
that walk by
some time
later.