down

as i walked off into the afternoon sun, i walked with a passion
of artificial energy, of foreboding. i walked with missions in mind
down the road, leaves in gutters. that satisfying crunch as
your worries press out with each continuing meter

11th, no one goes down here. summer's here and leaving.
but in the scraggly haired kids place is an orange thing.
ah, i don't get that
but continuing
to have some companion, i thought. no no, surely not.
and wouldn't you know it, some other scraggly haired kid
hands me this liquid in a reformed dinosaur and i quickly
contemplate lost love(you didn't, don't fucking kid yourself, conor)

right, on the road, on the main road. out of sunlight. i look for him
he's already there. what are the bars in portland?
and how do i get to my parents alone, lonely, no companion,
no end in site,
nowhere left