Alive

i am alive on a bench that is facing another bench. no one is sitting on that bench and no one else is sitting on this one. a homeless man just walked past me holding his cardboard sign and asked how i was doing. i told him the truth and he made the peace symbol with his two fingers and walked away. i am trying to get that midnight fix even though it is way early for that. the red lights are twin brothers and the post office is their mother. cars sound more nostalgic when they are driving on wet pavement. i have a book of poetry and an electric melon mad dog in my backpack.