i'm *****
been lying in the muck
these days
too long
my skin is drying with the mud
they blend as one
in my ditch
where i've asked for it all
to leave me
alone
do not disturb
but the world doesn't
care
and why should it?
the worms don't care
and crawl around me
the clouds drift above
and the sun
shines
blinds
releases

the world doesn't stop

handsome men in sunglasses walk
the urban streets
sipping on coffee, eating
pastries
the subway ticket booth
attendant
stretches back in his chair
dozes off
the waves come in and
on shore, the foam surrounds
the thin ankles
of a young girl

the wind smells like his cologne

i get up

this dirt is but another chance
to polish myself
again
now tomorrow forever