.
Abandonment is a dark bottle
with your pills ready dissolved.
The payment made with your thumb and pointer
flick the cap with your lighter.
A million voices around the corner
catch your attention
say, “Do dare, don’t you dare.”
Mom in the video, mom in my head.
.
Ghost of girlfriend passengers
appear on the Alaska postcard.
Axes and ombré ponytails.
Sand in the rental and in other places,
soak brake fluid on the concrete floor.
“Make none of this accidental.”
Only a hitchhiker could appreciate that,
make a song to pay for food from it.
Where a tree can travel on her breeze,
she only sucks in while we wait.
.
We move while we wait.
We pace like a tiger in a cage
in a traveling circus.
We fly like the universe, out first.
Then back with a BANG!
But that’s all theoretical.
“We’ll see, we’ll see.
Give me a week or three”
.
Ok, ok, ok.
What else can I say besides,
I’ve lost my privileges.