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