I am getting around
the fabric of society passing by my
meaning-ness wrapped up in torn silk sheets
sewn into a pocket of
my dreaming- ness
my empty pockets
a silken red  tie strangling
white shirt my straight jacket
no under pants
no foundations to wipe my *** clean,
just the sun going up and down dreamily,
whilst, the door closes down every
dark dreary night on me taking my white shirt off,
my toes aching
my mind set on what might be
my ***** set on touching
once a dream
so upset I smoke a cigarette have a beer again,
think tomorrow,
is so different.

Alone.
again.