Run run run
Feet pound against sleet and sidewalk
The blare of white, a screech of tires
Schwoom
Satisfying
Shwoom
Soaked boots beating against salt-crusted steel
Searching, searching...
Beep
Not so satisfying
A sea of watchful eyes, hands gripping yellow
Sway as one, like an entranced cobra
Mesmerizing
Terrifying
Judging, cold and unwelcome
No seats, no inviting crimson
Smack!
Backpack bulging, zipper flinging at the one behind
How hard has their day been?
AndnowIjust––
Screeeech
What do I do?
Where do I look?
At the foggy window
At the shrieking babe
Minutesandminutes
Shame shame shame
Windows make the world tilt
Now arriving at––
Shoot shoot shoot
That'smethat'sme
Get off
Abandoned
Cold twirling in your hair and yawing against cheeks
All alone on the sidewalk.
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
