I moved into the town
That’s like a grid
Where people look away
And take the expedited paths.
.
I moved into mice,
Cracked windows,
A broken boiler,
Broken window blinds and a
Landlord who seems generally fearful.
.
I moved into a junkie,
Totally bombed,
Standing in my driveway,
Looking to the side and
Not moving his face or eyes.
.
And I moved into you, Hardy’s.
.
I always knew you were out there.
.
You creep in like a snake’s venom
And as I’m inebriated,
Floating down the Dionysian stream,
A 50-year-old gym teacher starts talking to me for three hours,
A flaming-hot girl flirts with me
After having her ass grabbed,
A dude from Mozambique relates to me stories of Madagascar,
Upon my request,
A totally non-globalized nation,
.
A dude from Chicago
Dressed in a hideous, black long-sleeved thingie
Of some sort
Admits that Green Inferno was decent
But The Human Centipede was more intense.
.
He’s going to the horror movie festival
Next month.
.
And the pills come.
.
I wake up in my apartment,
In a daze,
Throwing jackknives at this
Fu**ed-up world and
All the while
Knowing that I’m subservient
To the menace in the night that’s
Like an underground gossamer,
Unearthed to reciprocate
Light years and light years of disease.