looking down

ok, apparently homeworks are my writing driving force. i have a vague idea, an image, somewhere in this chaotic brain of mine, to turn this into a short movie. anyone care to join(t)?

Looking down

For 10 straight minutes looking down

Walking around and seeing sound

I know these streets better than

I know myself

Now I get them with my shoe soles

Reversal of roles

Following chalk arrows pointing

Pointing and exploiting

Exploiting my trust

But the direction is safe

I end up talking to my shoes

“So, how ya doing my old friends?

You’re from one of those brands:

The expensive and the posh?

But you’ve carried me in rain

And you’ve treaded on slush.”

They keep their silence and continue walking

Remembering the shapes of the streets.

Bikers passing by

Cars passing by

People passing by

And I don’t receive a single “Hi!”

But I am looking down

Trying to keep my focus intact

I am helped by the smoking buddy between my fingers

She’s dangerous, in fact

But her sweet death lingers

And I have more time to smell burnt fuel

It’s a whole different universe down here

The universe of chewing gum and nicotine buds

The ants, street cats and bodies of dead birds.

It’s strangely ordered and yet chaotic

I hope my presence is not despotic

Stepping on the railing –

Equilibrium in and out just failing

Arms stretched for a flight

But still looking down

Not flying up but turning left or turning right

Stopped at the end

Looked up, not ready to defend

Not ready to pretend

Not ready to offend

The pavements have become my walls

The shafts – my windows, my doors.

Reordering the dimensions

With this youthful lack of patience…

I just wanna walk the streets.