are you packed and ready to go
no one knows we are leaving all behind
the wall no one can
tell me the story told
backwards spin
sideways highways but no
right ways
to be followed right into another thought
I saw it once before
we depart
of me does not want to es—
cape on my back does make
me a super hero
could not save me now
we must be going
regardless
unless one puts up a fight
at the door
comes crashing down with
the moon hitting
the ocean I cannot see
where all of this began
as a cat scratched at
another door
down the hall and cannot
make sense
of the lies thrown on the
table
where I left it on hold
all calls until we return
into something I am
not the same person I was
a year ago
I was alone
unprepared to view the
lighter day
the sides hide as I crawl
from my spot open
and loneliness enters with
the abbreviated orchestra
playing for the unknown
sons and daughters
who came and went
screaming
into the streets where it
is too fast
to walk a mile in their
shoes do not fit
these worn out old feet
connected all the dots
never could understand
what the picture was supposed
to be a person or animal
of some kind
sniffs at the door in the
rain of a cool august night
that won’t end the need
for a journey to the beginning
of another day
before the decision is
made
up like my bed before I
lay me down
to sleep in the car with
my foot on the accelerator
whips me into oblivion
laughing at the gash in
both wrists
forgetting my bags at the
stairs
jumping with a rope
necklace attached
to the broken ceiling fan
we never used
enough gasoline set ablaze
to my face
becomes red light telling
me to stop
now would be something I
could not know
I will not climb down the
side of the building
bridges only to burn them
so quickly
quietly returning to mind
a thought that scared me…
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