heard some new hearsay came down the pipeline, it's not safe outside. stay away from windows, cancel the cell phone, go out, get a disguise. all the airlines are overcharging, I'll find a rental sedan. I'm thinking: bermuda. I'm thinking: bahamas. I need sun and sand. no rollercoasters. no get togethers. that's not what I am about. I can't do dinner and a movie. I’m better off without. there's a car up in the distance matching the model and make. it's night out, headlights hide me, but I think I've made a mistake. my stomach's twisted, my palms are sweating, it's time to turn around. they'll call me crazy. they'll think I'm psycho, but I can't party now. I can't shoot tequila and go out dancing, what if I'm recognized? this town is tiny, the clubs are crowded, I'll be identified. I'm eating healthy, a balanced diet, work out three times a week. I practice breathing, do some yoga, I like the eight limb technique. still, there's this bump up on my forehead that looks like a spider bite. when I'm stressed out, shingles break out, antibiotics make it alright. what's my karma come to? what did I do? was it from a past life? get some holy water, call the parish, I need a priest who'll put up a fight. It's ten past midnight, my mind is running, I work tomorrow and need some sleep. I've chased nyquil with kentucky bourbon. I've tried xanax and counting sheep. I need an antenna, can't get the late show, I've seen these movies too many times. the a/c's dying, I've opened windows to the compressor’s high pitched whine. what if I've an alter ego and I snap and it awakes? will I go downtown and run riot? how can I escape? turn the lights off, keep the door locked, keep the curtains closed. hide in the closet behind storage boxes and the winter coats. I got some rations and bottled water to last a couple of years. I'll go unnoticed and be forgotten until this city clears.
Hey man, good to see you posting your poems again. And to return with such a good one, well that's even better It's kind of sad, the lonliness and such, but the cadence of the poem somehow keeps me from feeling dragged down by it. Nicely done.
Thanks Trippin! I have been writing alot lately, mostly on a rather large piece I hope to turn into a small book. I've been debating on posting parts up, but I keep editing it, and will probably sit on it a little longer till it solidifies. close! I had talking heads on the brain when I wrote this one...
