I want to get away from you
To keep my ears from burning and
Save your eyes the scrutiny
Your conscious the guilt
My smells that permeate
Through crinkled nostrils
When we pass
The lasting impression on your
Two piece business uniform
You can’t wipe it off
No matter how much money
You shell out
What I want is four opaque walls
Where your demeanor
Can’t remind me
I only have what I carry
So blanket me with yesterday’s edition
As I bed myself on your trash
Under a pitched tent of
Quarter inch cardboard
Stow your charity
For once
We can’t see each other
