Drifter

I'm a drifter
Shape shifter
Floating in between the empty air admist the talking heads
I'm nonsensical
Incapable of describing what is incoherent even to myself

I'm a drifter
Sloshing the pavement
Staining boots impermanently
Vapor slips through fingers
Easy to lost
Shell of skin
Hollow spaces between them and me
Coffee house gas grits permeating their eyes
Expelling desires through fragile ticks
Shifting weight
Toes denying guilt
Sturdy shakes

I'm a drifter
Able to detail asphalt engraved pathways more than the invented shelter of sheets
Colossal attempts to deny
Fight to close eyes
Close minds
The ills of imagination cemented to feet
Ever running in and on minds frantically trying to find
Jackhammers

I'm a drifter
Pouring out like mist in an effort to fill what has been gouged out
Leaky sieves undertone of unwholeness
Lacking any structure
Each day resembling the remnants of a city
Ghost towns cannot be saved
I play with sand and no water
My inability ot create castles leaves you
Disappointed

I'm a drifter
Quarters for your efforts
More of a ticket in line as I reorder the words already spoken to get you by
I am make-up on insecurities
Set to impress the waterfall shocked souls
I am nail polish chips cocooning old skin

I'm a drifter
Mouth spewing band aids lingering in between the cycle of hurt and healing
Footprints in shoes four sizes too big
Unsatisfyingly lacking
With a shortness of breath
Ever pacing

I'm a drifter
I am the wind on sails
The cracks in hulls
The nurse
The gunman
I am where you've been
Where you're going
I am out of sight
In plain view
I am just behind
In front of you

I am a drifter