screams of systematic repetition
tuned to the key of C
rejuvenating the pulse
of the pulp on the floor
I found the time space continuum
on my back porch swing
stepping toward the screeching sirens
revealing the past scene by scene
Timing the sun in wrist-watch format
the liabilities not mine
the doormat said "welcome"
you catch my eyes glaring,
hastily waiting for your tears to run
your feet follow in suspended motion
Gunning for the hallway laundry chute
only to find the triggers on safety
the notion alone is enough
resetting the sun dials
with steady hands of anxiety
attacking the knobs at their fastens
My subtle brutality breaks
as
I awake on the kitchen floor
while the screeching of the sirens pull me in