like a stranger in the city of myself

tripped up
the stairs
on
my
way
down;
over shoulder
comment to
everyone
watching:
"i'm
just
a
bit misplaced"

//

she dreamed into me
filling me
with the ghosts
& memories
that still remained
tenants of her thoughts.
sometimes
i think i have a chance
of catching her
and then i hear
the faraway sound
of a dj
giving me the date
and time
and a top 40 hit
comes on the radio.
good fucking morning
to you too