On a quiet street corner
In our minds and our toes
Uppers and downers
Either way blood flows.
Inside outside. Leave me alone.
Inside outside. Nowhere is home.
Inside outside, Where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen.
The Who, 5:15, from Quadrophenia
May 15th, 5:15, the crop harvest eclipses over 100 lbs for the year…
Why should I care? As The Who says, I’m magically bored….