a throbbing pain humming loudly
a song I know but don't want to hear
The downtrodden gather
on rainy street corners, smoking
yelling at nothing and each other
There's the discarded remnants
of a home pregnancy test
scattered in front of the public toilet
As I try to eat something
I get a a schizophrenic ping from the blur
I knew what he wanted
somehow in that moment we spoke
the same awkward language
He wandered off mumbling to himself
the remains of the conversation
ringing inside my soul
I'm anxious now, nervous
surrounded by the winter street
People pass by wearing luxury
turning their heads away
and I light a joint and pick a direction
stepping further into the flood
