i'm outside and
			there's this guy running around
			chasing cans i keep walking
			at stride or else
			it's clobber-time.
			
			this guy's got a
			Learning Annex catalogue
			squished into his hand
			he points with all he's got
			at a course and says to her
			"baby, yeah, you take this class,
			make a lot of money. . . "
			and she looks at his finger
			feels it point at her,
			he points so hard
			there's nothing left
			and she eats ice cream
			where it's hot inside.
			
			me? in the happy poison
			hoping out a windy, boring
			sunday where we
			painfully see serenity.
			
			
			Marky-Mark
			Backy-back