PUNK POETRY: Nocturia by Sal Difalco

Nocturia

In my bedroom are people I do not know.

If I knew them

I would still wonder why they were here

and how they got in.

Am I dreaming this?

I’ll know soon enough.

I eat a banana for breakfast.

It is very yellow but tastes 

like raw potato.

Ride a streetcar to the weed store,

load up for the weekend.

The vendor has no teeth.

Ride the streetcar back.

I am alone. When

I look up I see

the streetcar is driverless.

Am I dreaming this?

Sooner or later I’ll know.

--Sal Difalco