stay with your lip gloss
and I keep looking for the light
of the Rumbler
coming up the tunnel
to take us to realization.
the drummer man,
the shadow machine,
behind me has everyone's attention
while the pick pockets scour
the hipsters for their health.
impatience happens fast,
because I am back at last,
back in pain,
watching rats
run the tracks just below me.
I yawn and cry,
reminding Franco
to share his shoes with me
which he obliged
before he collapsed.