crash on the highway

always worrying about knowing this or that and

now realizing that I should not concern

myself with this so much time has passed

and seeing no one cross my eyes and search for the third

eye vision blurred by the smoke that

rises and falls with my breath like my

stomach making noise because it is empty trash can the

wind blows out into the street crushed by

a large truck arriving with a delivery that

I must receive with a smile I try to greet each day ends in

darkness and begins with darkness is the source of

so many dreams—call them delusions if you must go—

go now because no one wants to be held anywhere

against their will what is the baby trying to say

as it screams and points to a picture on the wall

we think it’s so cute, but what is it trying to say

he has seen it before this life began

with an accident causing a crash on the highway…