i walk women before me are on their cells, taking in the huge block of coloured shapes.
i, annoyed they won't move along, stand impatiently- girls, y'all ain't the only ones here & yer seriously blocking my damn view. but i keep it in, restraining a sudden impulse to violence.
eventually, they move on, cross the fucking street already.
i see what is written, but i can't relate; this is a statement so distant, so far removed from anything i can identify with....
remote still & encased
i hear other people laugh
painfully slink away from the kissing couples in corners & in sunlight.
(what have i to do with them)
the painted mural these words slapped on there amidst random images are a
i know it's out there, but i'm not sure where.
(i always seem to be one step...behind)
here are my poems.