Tap, tap, tap* on the tray
I take another long drag and exhale slowly,
filling my lungs with noxious pleasure
as I stare out the window
legs akimbo
looking at the poisoned sky.

What a life I've made
with the downbeat rhythm
of something exquisite
that's too far gone to name

Hip, hip, hop, hop
Hip sterrr
     hip ster
my breath catches; on
a weird phenomenon
and I have gone

to reclaim it.

A world composed of foreign lands,
how am I to describe the journey?
The world of science
oozing chemicals that glow in the dark,
holding eyes that peer at night.

How was I to know?
I come from a land of people
and social trends and hey look at me
I did something ordinary today.

Ordinary is science too.
Bombs, blinks, bonds, blooms
All the mystery lies inside

the mystery of the everyday:
who am I
if not my study?

Minority, media, middle-aged
I am people
You are people too.