This Is Just How Was Is
You are walking. You & things like others are. Like we. Like us. Then we stops to admire a mannequin in the window of a condemned building. We asks why, why are we here & this & is there ever enough toast? Us unties laces, lays down before the concrete motions to split.
For the last time, I’m sure. It’s bright. I’m not shaved, drunk awake. Where are you because you’re here? Where? Here.
I went grocery shopping. I didn’t know what else to do. I think I was the only still drunk person there. Does it matter? As much as anything does. Sing to me once more my love comes through my speakers. You’re not here & I don’t want to stay.