Empty Town

carry loneliness on your shoulder
from the navel upward void
the physiological necessity
of drinking a glass of water -
this the total inundation
of your torso’s empty chamber
you’re like a pier
wrapped in sounds
of arrival and departure
the people on TV
violating one another
while you remain just intact
and a little bored
the debauchees don’t stop here
retrocede under bodily impulse
fewer and fewer people in the city
gradually replaced
by an expanse of water