people look at you different
when you wear denim
it's like, oh, you succumbed
now you're one of us...
& who's the newbie
on the block?
raised eyebrow attitudes
cursoury yet vaguely disguised
glances once up/
or down
i am drowning
in smog
while spinning around
town
sailing
on my crewed by one
ship
of two wheels
built for concrete waves
smoothe sailing
i got my boyfriend's bike
gotta make sure i lock it tight
i park it as his house
and walk
the wind is crisp and strong
i am almost knocked off
my feet are keeping beat
with the same 4/4 time
i see everyone else on the same rhyme
getting lots of looks in the IT sector
i am a bed of nails
to their inner masochist
soothing notions of glamour
wearing fuzzy blue track pants
with glamourous on the butt
and a faded jean skirt
with a slit up the front
jean jacket, partly done up
beads around my neck
by my friend Dawn in Mexico
strangely she's the second chick
i know who visited Mexico named this
and i am wearing the clothes
of Dawn of the Dead
I think I'll trade them for Mexico instead