Tilted in transit

moving elliptically

in my orbit of being

I am viewed skeptically

no one asks how it feels

experiences unsaid

become a state of mind

thinking critically

keeps me in sight

vision inhibited by space and time.

 

In this orbit

of thinking and being

the experience is uncaptured

nothingness forms memories

that get stored in my mind

on the tip of my tongue

is an iceberg

and in the blink of an eye

what’s mine becomes yours

the relationship is fractured

the warehouse on fire

it is inevitable

it is matter

it is time.

 

Farther and further

I am now past the post

into chaos and disorder

towards what I fear most

good to go

call off your ghost

I am bad for myself

and so it goes

out of stock

waiting in line

being on back order

is better than nothing

you may have your ego

but you have nothing when you don’t have your health.

 

Aren’t you curious

when I am managed

how easily I fit into slots

and why some get furious

when there has been so much damage

they can’t connect the dots?

 

When I get trapped in their mind

I get lost in theirs thoughts

outside of my body

the communication stops

I would have stayed with you

if you stood next to me

being me can be what you want

but you found what you need

at your old haunt.

.

How long has it been and

how far did I go?

Standing still in orbit

you’re taking things too far

listening to music

shopping for more

check the rear view mirror

to see you haven’t actually moved at all

when the pace picks up 

others will stall

lose their sense of space

and sight of who they are.

 

Gone is that place

next in line

single file

one voice at a time

I am not telling you anything

that you don’t already know

in the land of the living

I am just being dramatic

but that’s what you get

when I never got past

the post of what was so traumatic.