pink gum

my eyes fall out of their sockets and dangle 

by threads of pink gum spinning wildly 

in ever smaller circles to discover the 

Meaning of (my) Life,

canvassing the ground for the speckles 

of dust free from grime, urine, the deep-seated knowledge

of too many people,

for purity or the promise of it

not trampled underfoot by boots and boots and boots and heels and tapping toes and clicking claws and pizza cheese squelching and my eyes keep spinning until they root in the back of my head 

and stay backward seeking solace

in the peaceful darkness of momentary blindness where

i can't see