Black Friday Angel

Into the night
you'll go running
Black Friday night and
morning's sleepless shoppers
ignore abandoned streets
unlike lighted god malls
and the idols
somewhere therein
always beaming--

There's no bikes
keeping you safe on
creeping doom wheels
and the taxis only take
cash, specifically
green paper credits for the
beast--

(I imagine several darkened
blocks away) the Marriott
with its dim lights,
locked doors, and
sleeping agents guarding
beautiful empty couches &
unstained tables
from my breathless angel
hurrying home