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.
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