i can’t believe these new surroundings
are smelly like this
and the grass grows so thick
i can rub my toes through it
(you know, it it weren’t covered in dog poo)
the driver says this is what it’s like
and i should get used to the rain
and the grey.
the neighbors tell me it doesn’t bother
them.
the police work with the shades closed
and terrible dark blinky blue lights
reflecting off pale white walls and
a grey ceiling somehow pretending they’re
not in deep depression, or perhaps
genuinely happy.
who knows.
but foolishness and foolheartedness,
and fattiness will be life.
thusforth.
the sieve and the sand 