Imagine living at numero uno
on Cul De Sac off Rock Bottom
Road where there are no letter
boxes because nobody knows
you are there. AA day trippers
come an go, Yo-Yo people who
just drop in and Boomerang out
again, on life choice excursions
but never stay, just fly by nights.
Imagine being born into this and
never knowing anything different,
even from infancy, nothing but a
constancy of pain anxiety and fear
from where there is no escaping
and no Dr Bob prescription to take
or no pharmacy to dispense one or
none of this too will pass nonsense,
because you are on a one way street.
Imagine having to accept the things
you cannot change, imagine if we all
wore Dosimeter badges similar to the
ones used to detect ionising exposure
of radiation (but for feelings) then all
our levels could be visually analysed
just like before when black diamonds
were stitched to shoulders of those who
experience death tragedy and grieving.
Imagine all of that when you pass a
ship in the night, or an en passant on
the street with a face you have never
seen before or never will again, a hand
cupped open in the hope of at least an
expression of empathy, imagine for a
brief moment that a wrong turn at the
roundabout is all it takes and you too
could be living @1.einbahnstrasse.me.
Ps
This is my Christmas Poem 2024.
Goodwill and Peace to you all.
