Walk
Screaming your head off
don’t understand these new houses
Loud, In the middle of the road
A mirror of self
Old Toyota van
in white
Then grey
Then brown
A self portrait
“Hold on to the os bar “
Can’t count the times on my finger
stared the industrial part of town
In the eyes
All 3000 of those bright eyes
Arms and legs
once stood there
The coyote missing a limb
Seen him too