i’m just a boy

in a big city

full of people who look at nothing

to avoid looking at something.

people who are dizzy with what they’ve consumed;

screaming curse words down the street.

people who shudder at the noise; its too loud

shoving plugs in their ears to drown sound with more sound.

people who just can’t stop;

walking slow

blowing clouds of poison to help ease their mind,

they are trying

but you can smell their infection in the air.

people who are poor;

sitting on wet pavement holding their signs of tragedy

praying someone will have enough pity

to drop a pathetic 20 cents into the 7/11 coffee cup at their feet.

people who are lost,

they can’t care anymore

leaving their undone shoe laces to soak up the leftover rain on the floor.

people who don’t let passengers get off the tram before they get on;

they don’t know what will come next

adoring the spontaneity,

but unfamiliar to control.

the city is full of people.

and i am just a boy

listening to alanis morrisette

standing too close to the tram

planting my bare feet in pools of rain

hiding my screen from peering eyes

not knowing which side of the elevator will open.

with blurry blue eyes

i’m scanning the faces of the people in the big city

who look at nothing

to avoid looking at

me.

City.