Traffic Corners

 Traffic Corners

Busted out and tied every doubt into a knot blatant on the counter

For all to see in a pile five foot eight inches high

Standing there like a testament to all that isn’t

Feeling trapped and feeling pale, hopeless situation with out avail

I see this town like a ball and chain

Written on a death certificate to build an aggregation of days

Resembling a life in technicality

Peddling on in the disparity between love and hate of one’s self

This is my undulation of heaven and hell

Right here every day part smile and part pain

Waves they wash in collisions at traffic corners

Occasionally the pedestrian, occasionally the fender

Which is worse death or living in the aftermath?

Bones immobile, bones buried and “nature has its own religion”

How can you bring anyone into your soul when you don’t even want to be there yourself?

Convincing jury in this seat first and I feel useless to do this

Broken in purpose and entrenched conclusions

Always been this pessimistic can not un-grip this pragmatist hand

Self fulfilling prophecy the enemy or the consequential casualty of a previously fought war?

Carried along like a body bag with dog tags jingling that this is my life living

The route of a dead man walking in the fabric and clothing of a skeleton

Naked and cracked to the marrow, the vertebrae stack in an Acura backseat

With all these work files and to do lists just another piece of this routine

Wanting to be sincere and held and told I matter

Wanting to love big and jump off this cliff like a hang glider uplift

See those valleys and carry so far from here that it all slips clear

Into memories of what will not recur and what is not her

Yet it always is this Mogadishu way to live

Chaotic and apocalyptic worse off then transcendence

Into a joy that this is the long haul employed like a career way of life

Committed to with the husband and the wife, united and confronting

The bumps whether or not we saw them coming

And the interstate is clogged and the traffic is a mob

Running me over and me running over again and again in knots