Gone

I like to eat. The hungry sidewalk under my feet. Give me a swirl of changing latitude. Just try not to be rude. As long as my howling stays in the tv. There is nothing in my luggage with me. I thought I had packed enough shirts. But all I have are a hundred shoe inserts. I wish that I could give you that bow tie. That I left out to dry. In a town in Indiana, somewhere. I remember I disappeared. There’s that guy who lives under the venue. I don’t remember how I got to this avenue. I think this sky is simply a sheer lining. I eat an ice cream cone while driving. Being away or feeling far gone. I have nothing to do but drink coffee at dawn. What do you mean, I’m not in my home? I flew to California and ignored my phone. I went around the country and didn’t even know. I survived by eating pizza and snow. I am captivated. Maybe elated. I enjoyed my trip across the states. I lost my job, but those were the stakes. I like steak, and ice cream too. I live in the sky and nothing is true.