disappearing and reappearing in new places,
new houses, homes, kitchens with old stoves,
the experience of being lost
takes on new meaning for me,
especially the last few years.
I awoke today in a lecture hall
in front of prying eyes of students,
but when I closed my eyes I was in Miami,
and before that I was in New York City.
I wonder where I will go next,
probably some midwest shit town,
which is exactly where I ended up,
and I am so lost that I don't know
what it past tense and what is present.
gimme a good bed, some laughter,
and leave me alone for a hundred years,
or sign me up for a loving life
with a good gal that will put up with my shit,
either way is good for my kidneys.