these thoughts careen,
slicing like slick sheets of ice
screeching with a spare of strife,
a wiping gesture and a breath of air
sprays of cold grey
and cascading slivers
of doubt,
of a gnawing sensation
leeching the warmth
from the lining in my stomach
watch the weather pass, the
clouds sailing, unfurling with direction
round and round with the wind
thinking with purple bruising
and shocks of lightning,
I feel the rubber insoles
pounding the pavement,
crunching over gravel,
sinking into dewy grass
my mind unwinds like film
my thoughts fly
would I ever know
where to go