His cane bares as many wrinkles
as the tired sagging years
of skin
Trembling, the scuffle of leather
on the grass
ssswwwwissshhhhh
was not heard over the drags of
fresh air
New as it enters aged as it leaves
Does that glassy stare
see?
Is he searching for an X on the road?
or is he purely on a quest to
move
one swish in front of the other
escaping the burn of age
the spike of purpose the rush of
world
always better than the rush of
pills
8 a.m. "Have a nice day!" Grab, lean back, swallow
8 p.m. "Have a nice night!" Grab, lean back, swallow
escape.
shivering slightly
in the lonely place
skin thin as a
poorly made jacket
in seeps
all the cold
weathered from the storm of
living
the storm of
deaths
swwiisshh
-just move-
swwiisshh
-lean on the cane, lean on the pills-
swwiisshh
the Lonely Place, I live in the Lonely Place
swwiisshh
-NewOld breathe NewOld breathe NewOld-
swwiis. Gaspgaspgaspgaspgasp
-Hold heart, reach reach-
*"I'm Scared".
