The aardvark smiles when the clock strikes 12

A plan centers around you and locks you

inside a station circular – the circle is the station

 

 

Banging a nail through a wall with forehead’s force

Washing hands with just water

Whimpering in a corner like a scared little boy

 

 

Shuffling along, passing scenes chaotic

Diving into garbage, hope no one sees me

Finding trash, think it treasure – easy

 

Standing in awe at an art museum

Portrait hangs over me with exaggerated enormity

Blown back for staring too long

 

Travel back to when all was still

No time to kill

I am real