People talking boisterously
in a language I cannot understand
Air conditioning turned off
waking me in the middle of the night
Unpleasant smells emenating
from the world around me
A hard floor cushioned
by a sleeping bag to sleep in
Walking in the dark to take a piss
in a loo smaller than the human mind
Hiding from the inquisitive gaze of
people who have nothing better to do
Looking at dirty walls lined with
the unahppiness of past habitation
Cursing yesterday for the hellhole
that the present has deposited us in
Thanking my stars that I'm not in
Beirut, Haifa, Gaza or any place worse
The fucked up places I have to force myself to think of
for a little comfort in this fucked up place
