driving in circles
the one ways of waco
will drive you insane
going three blocks
out of the way only
to find the address
i was given was wrong
this mismanaged ordeal
would have me tearing
chunks of hair out
if i hadn’t just shaved
last night before bed
which was a nonsensical
gesture at the best
since sleep is like joy
something not intended
for a human scab lost
in a new hell that feels
just like the old hells
with a slightly more
degraded feel all around

i am trying not to
hate being in this town
knowing the circumstances
around this sudden trip
are out of waco’s control
but this honery mood
is only being compounded
by this haphazard horror
of wrong ways leading
somehow farther from hope