Rigged Space
Shadows moving
overhead,
Longing for a prince
of peace.
Airplanes drop from
rigged space.
Zooms of silence fail.
A doppelganger moves
in the midst,
And I am waiting for
my husband
At the laundry mat. Suddenly
My cell phone screams at
me,
And I am startled,
awakened to doom.
I need to settle the
score.
Someone has awakened
my conscious.
The snow has stopped
falling for five
Seconds flat; I saw it
in a dream last night,
Along with my naked
husband, throwing
Flowers on my warped
grave.
Being dead is like
being thrown from
An overpass, you never
know which way you
Will flop. The grass is greener over here,
But I didn’t know
which way to go.
The darkness is like
my only friend,
Telling me to go here
or there.
I listen to the
silence of my own thoughts,
And I wonder again why
things are the way
They are, why the
world is the way it is,
Why shadows march upon
my blank
Page.
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