Beside the Street Carved Figures Vendor

They say your head goes wild and blind and furious

when you’re sitting all by yourself in a crowd

Well, they’re right

My grey matter’s now tearing up

the Hunter S. Thompson hat and pair of glasses I’m wearing,

rocketing its way up to the tired sun

 

Deathsticks shooting down my lungs like asteroids

The cup of coffee warms, protects my thin body

like some kind of almost transparent force field

 

The Velvet Underground & Nico’s “Run Run Run”

running through my small ears

Call my name, and I’ll show you the stupidest face you’ll ever see

 

I am a werewolf,

but being here makes me turn back into human

I know the chair I’m sitting on isn’t even mine,

but it’s comfortable, no lies

Quietly, I’m wiping “home” off my dictionary