Deep Inside My Head
A buzzing. A whooshing pressure.
My body is here but where am I?
Deep inside my head
The empty seat in front of me comes back into focus
I dreamt a lacquered coffin
Now I see one
People I should know milling about
Exiled from the family, I keep a respectful distance
This poses a semantic problem for people:
“I’m sorry for… your loss?” Their loss? The loss?
I can’t process this strange mix of emotions
So I stay deep inside my head
And wait for my body to walk away
—
Thud
The bluebird was at full speed
So was my car
Thud is the sound of killing freedom
Thud is the end of life
Thud is a deadly warning
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When I Grow Up
When I grow up I will be young
Nothing that’s come before will count
I won’t remember any blemishes
I will be an expert in many things
I will use my unique insight to write poems
And save birds
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