this bitter end
more than I can chew
I shrug on a windbreaker
kick shoes out of the damn way
dramatic exit vexed by that fucking screen door
I didn’t fix
and I kick it too
adrenalized thoughts come in a billowing storm
careful what you wish for
drop the car keys on the front mat
a clean break
well I got one hand in my pocket
and the other one’s hailing a taxi cab
but actually I walk
seeking scenery into which I can blend
crazily I scan with lowered brow
graveled shoulders as they go by
while raucous weeds and dog ends
call out their derision
I once heard that a King knows what to do
and does it
but I am no king
and I never did Believe, you know
I never did
but this night
as I hunker down
ditch-bound for a smoke
is it my spirit that rises
ventriloquist of my heart
and I hear,
in my hallowed halls,
“Please.”
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Image credit: Henri Prestes Photography (from Pinterest)
2 responses to “a clean break”
Wow. Powerful.
“…ventriloquist of my heart”
such great lines in here!
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“I shrug on a windbreaker
kick shoes out of the damn way
dramatic exit vexed by that fucking screen door
I didn’t fix…”
I think I’ve felt this way. It’s powerful and it’s poignant.
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