late afternoon torrential heat
furnace car engine combusting.
is like hoping that bolder
won't block up this passage.
pausing inside a wooded park,
piecing together smuggled homeward mixtures
to the sound of angry birds screeching.
earth's openness does not excite
this constant movement derives no meaning,
instead, false trivial distractions exhaust the time.
yet stubbornness plunges the footpetal ahead
shepherding this brokebrick and desireless heart,
this soul void of excitement
void of that sweet inner sweat
these prankster roads have often conjured.
today these bones are saturated
heart discharging misery,
a weary face gazing back in the mirror
a comatose stranger staring away from me,
just another clueless passenger hitchhiking along
just another senseless ramble.
spirit was once effortless automatic breaths
endless possibilities blinded
dreams without recognition
a man backpedaling from lustrated rains,
feigned excuses reelectrifying my existence,
life's sparks disconnected
this play's a game of chance,
players competing against a merciless dealer,
a dealer that happens to be me.