Later,
You might recall
The moment you tore the valves
Right off my heart.
But that’s ok
I let it go
I went down
To the Wal-Mart
On the corner
Down the street
And bought some gorilla glue
pieced it back together.
And for years
I walked around
Connected to tubes,
and wires,
with beeping sounds
echoing about me.
Later,
I’ll mop up the blood
Covering the floor.
And staining the hard wood floors.
And sheets.
Coffee cup on the exit ramp fence.
The concrete wall holding up the fence
To be exact.
You left it.
One of the homeless,
Who walk up and down it
Everyday
Asking for money.
But I only give ‘am food.,
Or left by the firemen
Who were here the other day.
But if so,
Why hadn’t I seen it there before.
As I waited for the light to change.
It’s all quiet
There’s no 1s or 2s
Popping up beside app symbols.
No reason to answer the phone.
Send some text.
It’s quiet
Remember what that is?
It’s all fun and games
Until the flying monkeys attack.
Then you’re running around
Looking for those damn shoes
You use
To click your heels together
So you can get the hell out of here.
I wonder
I let it slip away
The wonder that was.
There was another wonder in there
Also.
But it too
Skipped away.
Skipped, slipped.
Maybe if I turn around,
walk out of the walkin,
and go back the way I came.
the thought was dropped off
somewhere along the way.
and there it is
sitting right there on the cutting board.
I needed garlic.
Smyon-Pa 