honestly .. .

..

I wandered by my hometown station
no trains run anymore
they dug up the track
there is an antique dealer there
he opens up on three days a week
to sell old things
not chicken wings
but down the road a mile or two
I found peoples throw outs
by the side of the road
two emptied cans
a used diaper in a bag
I would have reckoned it was sad
except I was tired
and nothing means anything
any more
except you are a writer
and then you feel it all

I am not sure how to be
when around you
I lost my place in the book I was reading
you know I need to talk
not sure you need to listen
we have a busted piston
it’s not just the beginning of the end
the engine is not working
we are drifting in a boat
with no rudder and no oars
listening at the keyhole
to a silent conversation
that never happens
walking down an endless road
that leads to nowhere
pick up the phone
and tell me how you feel
for very soon we die…

©edenbraytoday26.10.2022