Wednesday, April 25, 2012

here goes


i feel sick...
maybe it was too much
coffee
maybe it was that
flea powder i sprinkled on my floor or
maybe it’s the smell
of everything
decaying all around me


i’m on the train
taking deep breaths
to stifle the nausea
i’m being taken somewhere
against my will
but lately,
everything i do is
against my will


this is the last stop
before the final destination
i should get off now
but it’s too late
the train has started again.
here goes the passenger.


i feel sicker...
maybe it’s the poison
maybe it’s the poison
my black heart pumps, or
maybe it’s the poison


i’m in the car
poison pumping to a destination
somewhere
i don’t want to go
but lately,
everywhere is somewhere
i don’t want to go
and if free will exists
i can turn around
but i pass
exit after exit
imprisoned in my lane
so i can watch the loveless movie
that’s playing on the other side of town.
here goes the passenger.

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