we need to find girls

You all look so daunted and fresh-faced, as if you've never heard
this part of town before
did it take courage to end up here or chance?
meandering through the train station before losing your cellphone to the tracks
the gap between the platform and the train is hungryhungryhungry.

There's nothing to do in
this city except walk around acting white and red
so instead we'll sit around in Hyde Park and have a beer or two
the lack of liquor ban basically demands it of us
the Christmas tree has lit us a spot
we'll be green for a bit
then we'll leave our bottles behind in a thoughtfully arranged pile
on the grass

walk off quickly holding your back to the imaginary gun
you're going to be hunted like a lover you will
have your footsteps mimicked
as you pick up your skateboard to climb the stairs
skating in the dark to some destination
put your hood up to save yourself
or: catch the 303 to wherever it goes and walk the difference
or: save all your coins for drinks and walk home instead
or: wander through empty shopping malls and see their attempts at Christmas

OR
wander to every corner
see the cardboard eyes
donate to their Christmas funds instead: a cushion and half a
hit, some fun
in a paper bag
so they can spit on your beautiful white shoes your stupid pointy
shoes sh-sh-shoes there are enough
traps laid out for you as it is
poisoned laughs spiking the footpaths of King's Cross
where the newest concrete has the least gum
and in the morning
as you carry your heels home in time to the sounds of birds
you can smell the remains of the weekend as they are
quietly cleaned away by a man (whose name you can't pronounce) in an
orange vest.