I feel like a child
On Christmas eve
Excited, anxious, completely restless.
Who knew I would ever want to go home so badly?
I'll miss you porch-spider
Though there's mine at home
Black, hairy, absolutely grotesque.
It's the pet I love because no one else will.
The breeze will soon fade
Shift from my hair to a plane's wings
This town, that town, rapidly inflecting
The people matter more, I suppose, than even the road.
I'm clean for once
How long will that last?
Drugs, dirt, utterly absent.
How long till my next shower or hit?
I guess I'll sit and wonder...
(August 2010)
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