yeah, that’s true, he replied

he longs for home
where one can be unwatched enough to create in surges
he longs for solid, unbeatable, unquestionable ideas that need no second guessing

and he can’t help but find rejoice in tasting old flavors

all is a numbing act, he says
or thinks
and he listens to sugar-coated suicide British pop
smokes weed when indoors
and calls in sick to avoid the real ghosts

he tastes old flavors
as a past-time

why do you want this to work, he asks
because being single isn’t good, he mutters
or screams

no one to come back to
no one to report your day’s little tragedies to
no one to invent

no waiting