Fair-skinned,
golden-haired,
I stood out like a moped
at a Harley rally.
I Thought I Knew the Way Home
but it all looked different,
covered in night,
and the buzzing
in my brain
put this sparkling
in my eyes.
It wasn’t like psychedelic,
more like my eyes
were speeding too,
and didn’t know
just where to focus
except on
points
of
light
in
the
dark.
Whatever,
I was
completely
disoriented.
And as I tried
to figure out
which way to go,