putting Orlando in a poem about sadness.
I witnessed a barfight where both fighters were also actively crying.
they wanted me to play "Hey Good Lookin", but I am not a musician.
on a Monday in Fort Lauderdale.
I remember this, trying to laugh at it all: the time.
are mirrors really necessary?
maybe different, we are warm.
the sun-shower comes.
my revelry goes.
yesterday, I never thought I'd be here.
never thought I'd be anywhere.
trying not to go backwards, trying not to go forwards.
just trying to stand in the occasion of the moment.
I'm just a guy.
eating Arby's in his truck.
on a dreary day.
no more.
no less.