Somewhere In There

some goth kids wear
baggy pants
then the emos
get the put-on tights
me I had loose skater gear
now somewhere in
the middle path
don’t catch on upward
escalators
or catch Michael Jackson flames
snagged on a spark
now I’m the morning clerk
nonobjectional garmets…
but what are
you watching on
your phone when you
stand in line
don’t you wish
you were there?