I am lost in my mind swimming in a sea of personal perception two wrong turns and a missed stop sign two bad moves tied to an overreaction two eggs cracked into the void and a radio tuned to nothing spewing out more snow than a polar vortex
gone astray in a mental cosmos a suburban galaxy illuminated by the yellow luminescence streaming from the neighbor’s windows a cast glow from a television’s screen that passing time pales blue
Where do I go from here?
Do I take a proverbial Greyhound a Mass Move system 1 am carry me away Sunrise floated home at my heels the streetlights a row of orange soldiers at attention fighting the stars for opacity
2 hours each way to see your lovely face down a shot of moonlight drench myself in it overlook it in favor of the harsh fluorescence of an overhead reading lamp miles and miles and miles and miles
3 books annotated underlines like bicycle wheel spokes skewed and rippled skimming for pure emotion explored through poetic musings of times long past, of eating mangos in winter, of cryptocurrency, of best friendship lasting forever, of an Alaskan’s cold heart, of a San Fransisco balcony that overlooks the best gay punk club in a two block radius
4 eyes worn and felt asymmetrically weighted tugging at my sleeve envious of scattered sleepers curled in knots and left at peace left over right right over left pulled tight and left to fray
5 texts sent to different loves holding conference for validation collecting feelings like space collects over-illumination and they are trespassing light pollution and I am a cosmos
An updated version of public transport mixed with other thoughts. Should I submit this for a local poetry contest?