I am using my red headphones
to block out the sounds coming from the bunk
above me

I can still hear the word
like
over
and over
again


I shared a bench with a stranger
waiting for a train
why did she get up before
the doors opened?
Was I moving
or were the windows passing by?


Whose life did rock n roll save again?


I was walking on the same street
as I walked on the day before

I have begun to recognize the cracks
and the blue house with the wicker chairs
and the corner where someone is always laughing

There are some words
in some lines
in some songs
that I want to drink
till I'm thirsty again

I met someone today
he was like the someone
I met the day before

How many times can you make the same conversation?

I don't want to lie
but the truth is strange and
unfashionable

I don't want to make
a lucid argument
words can drift and find each other
whenever they get lonely


I really just want
to taste silence for a while.