Monday, September 03, 2012

Nothing else

I took up this route without a plan
Sitting behind the driver
From a to be, ending up
At c where I need to bargain
Over the skin price again
I step on the side walk
Where a blind man
Waits for the moon to smile
At him
And I wonder, when
Was the last time I danced
In the streets without bodies
Flooded by rain
Sleeping too close to traffic
Almost killing my sense of direction
I keep walking,
Nothing else makes sense