The Running
I’d been
running away from
us for years
And just needed
an excuse.
So I went off,
lost my mind, got
sick at heart; depressed,
disconnected, delusional.
Whoever I once was once
was gone like smoke
in an angry wind.
We bumped me into madness.
It was dead and
cold in the hospital.
But it was okay,
I was still way too hot
from running so fast
and far away.
My Sudden Death
What if I
was working
in the shed
in the backyard
and choked on
my heart as
if on glass and
tipped over
in my chair,
dying so young
they’d say.
He was loved
they’d say.
Wow he’s dead
so damn young.
They’d look at
each other and
thrill with fear.
