taxis in and out “waiting to take you away,” far and forgotten, the world once lied here to be lived upon, how hospitable. rather we’ve become zombies of the moon, running 9am to 9pm but numb beyond measure, falling loose inside the lost uncharted land of our minds, finding refuge in our heads and not our homes 

making appearances only to misinterpret who we really are 

using our black coats because no one will see the dirt it collects

too bad 

I look exceptionally dangerous, alive in my white button down winter wonderland collection I’ve owned 

I’ll wear it. I don’t give a damn; were all fucking infected anyway, the streets of New York filled with filth upon filth piles us filthy humans have hand packaged together, and covered it with a nice black coat because dirt isn’t allowed to be shown here on my pretty t.v