i feel you looming
heavy and dark
do not follow me!
for i do not know where i am headed.
there is good reason to leave
yet i make no effort.
oh, i see the sunlight! intangible
for i choose to remain.

you are a demand
you are everywhere
in my head
in my head!
why don't you just fly away
like the others did before?
i am worn, cracked, peeling
leave me.

I want to frame your perfection
in a box
and throw you off a cliff.

you hold
the moon.
you are an abandoned gameboard
pieces jumbled around, layered in dust
tired
but you can breathe.
I sing to you
lovingly
with purpose
yet you fade.
I can't seem to find where it is
you are slipping away to.

I climb onto the bus
5 days of rain.
I have no destination
but I think I will enjoy the ride.
the water distorts the windows
like peering through old, warped glass.
I am running away
from my life
the people I know
to find a new
place
state of mind
job
person
life
I don't know what I want.
one of those, I think.
I don't know the purpose.
I sink farther into my seat.
I am unstable, like a table with three legs.
buses do not feel emotions.
I am a bus.

tonight, I am born
launched through the galaxies and star clusters
the membrane of the universe, on its edge
the faults that **** me in
a swirling catastrophe
you won't see me.
I am nothing.
an absence.
the end of space-time, space in its whole
is gone.

you throw your fists in the air
angry at the world
at the death and the propaganda and the late night talk shows
you are a television
spiraling through the internet of money
you will find it
one day.