Desiderata says many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness and I hope that’s true
because this shithole lacks a certain placidity and as far as loud and aggressive persons they’re all over the place and avoiding them brings us back to the loneliness question
which apparently triggers the fear and that’s nothing but a dog chasin’ its tail.
Like this old guy who was crossing the street who was a scabby kind of old and I know that wasn’t his fault but he still grossed me out
and then the guy said hello and he seemed happy despite it all
and I nodded and let him pass on by but I couldn’t help thinking how much I’d like to make him eat dirt