Monday, January 27, 1992

I walked while they talked

I walked while they talked.

I hopped in and was off.
They could keep all of it.
I had no need for those things.

Where would I end up?

I had no clue. I just wanted to go.


I saw the stop sign. I went through.
Not in rebellion,
or indifference;
I didn’t want to stop so soon.

I rolled and rolled and rolled,
grey blurred into green.

Soon it stalled.
I dumped it and walked.

I was nowhere, but it seemed like somewhere.

I took in a breath. A long whiff; inhale exhale.
I hadn’t breathed in sometime. It was fresh and almost free.


The light grew fainter…

dimmed…

faded…

and…

was gone.


I walked and wandered, followed the sky.
The Dipper, the Cowboy, the North Star,
soon gave way to morning.

I took a breath of the morning air and hacked.

It claimed to be somewhere, but was nowhere.

The monsters were there,
grunting like the ones I had abandoned.
Waste all around.
Joy nowhere to be found.

I am nowhere, yearning to be somewhere;
dying with every breath.
Withering beauty,
my beloved is lost.