lost…

  in

  a 

candied swirl

of

city lights..

and confusion

immobilized in concrete…in commercialism

he traffics on

searching

pondering

an

image

of

intimacy

happiness..a home cooked meal

the perfect girl

realism

and

regrets

of things left unsaid..left undone

and fear..inflating…fear..blowing up in the pit of his belly

gnawing at him…fear..what has he done..

why did he come here..

searching

for work…money..sex..a new kind of religion..

people pass..

different and the same

mobiles light the night like stars

the beat 

of his footsteps

thunder on to the choir

of

lonely drummers.