I keep my pockets full of fingers
when I’m walking down the street
and my eyes…
they drag along the sidewalk
like there were hidden arrows
pointing me along.
My direction grows like a fungus
that’s ticklish to the touch
the way candy wrappers unfolding
arouse our taste buds.
these open hours collapsed in on themselves
until the stars that cant be seen in cities
explode like a playground
where the noise distracts us from our age
and for that one moment walking past
we lose our tired faces
and remember longer days.