Beneath a light drizzle
Grip my board like it’s a pistol or a sword
Unsure if scaffolding or gauze
Uncomfortable on Nicholson, I paused
The inner north is so industrial
And I don’t go to school
Or look where I walk
People talk, I observe a circus
Then I yawn, I’m too introverted
Can’t discern the form
Or a purpose
Or return a purchase
Calm inside a storm
I prefer less
In desperate times, got avoidant measures
But can’t deflect the most potent stressors
It’s punishment and cries
So might as well commit the crime before the exit
You already waste a lot of time