when i leave my house i am someone else
arms wider, chest open, waiting
captivated by assholes on bikes
breathing the stench of men who don't have to fight to be
choking on words in safeway forgetting
forgetting always forgetting to turn down the music in my ears
people stare
can of coke in my pocket, lungs full of streetnoise
duck down when police roll by
i live here
forget that i live
forget where i am
in safeway sometimes the music kills the mood
i wind down in the fierce cold fucking place where i live
i wonder what is in my throat, talk to my insides
fuck it i say, come up if you have to
i dont know these people
the man in the corner stares at me
i put my hood up
open my eyes a little wider
exhale
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