overexposed polaroids are
being dealt on the outs,
unhitched faces blowing blurbs.
filled with cathartic mumblings,
scrawled reminders to break
into the houses they gave the slip
to hours prior.
while
living alone to eliminate intrusion,
a mind's routine of
cutting the teeth of keys that won't
fit.
patting down the empty pockets of
limp thighs for spares.
is it not all as it has been left to--
the village idiot claiming the world's
***?
whose wayward business was made
to see where all the strangeness is
stashed.
following it around with a secret society
of eyes.
alas the induction, the inductee--
locked out.