Current mood:	drained
Current music:	talking heads - psycho killer and violent femmes - black girls

shipwrecked in the midwest
all i wanted
was a simple cup of coffee
and to be on my way.
little did i know i had been put on trial
for trespassing on a memory.
since when is time travel illegal i wonder
as a serve my time seated at the counter
per request of the warden/barrista
since i dropped a name
he had heard before
and so i was guilty
of existing prior to that singular moment.
my cell mate was a 60 year old woman
at the stool next to me
who had used to live 20 minuntes north
of a dream i once had.
now i live anywhere
i try to to explain
until i realize
that i have been eating alone
for the past month.
an affair i've recently made public
to the discomfort of the waffle house waitstaff
to see a young girl dine alone.
i have set sail in my land boat
a buick bounty-hunter of county roads
trying to solve an equation of subractions
rather, i sit baiting abstractions,
words will weigh without retractions
i have created a world im accountable for.
"she shall press, ah, nevermore!"