strangers stumble in.
hold the door for those behind.
sit down in those fold up chairs.
listen and speak
time leaves your thoughts,
and you get lost within the fluorescent lights above your head.
tapped on the shoulder by the finger of someone unknown.
distracted, they hand you a woven basket
full of crumpled dollar bills.
you shove your dry hands in the pocket of your pants.
chap-stick.
and a button from your sweater
it fell off during your cigarette break.
you climbed a tree.
perched on a limb, and smoked away.
you thought of sitting there.
while staring at the crumpled green paper
resting in the woven wood.
you spent all you money on poison.
contained in a plastic bag.
about the size of your keys.
in the form of an oval.
white.
about eight of them at a time.
and while you rested your eyes, and allowed your body to float,
those eight ovals swam inside of you.
you crushed them up, pre-floating.
leveled your head to the dresser,and pressed your finger to your left nostril
hard
and fast
the lines disappeared.
school ID next to you.
closed eyes.
the ovals,
in powdered queues.
inside of you now.
and your eyes, are now focused on the crumpled money.
broker than ever.
what are you doing ?
question yourself.
but don't think to hard, because their watching you
sit and stare at the basket.
it all started with crumpled bills.
that green material equaled ovals.
ovals equaled floating.
floating equaled freedom.
so how come you feel so stuck ?
invisible ball and chain.
all because of white ovals.
