Some days I wish I smoked for image
for release of this
stress
some days I wish I drank
got drunk
relieve this stress
somedays I wish I could lose myself in passion
or “Love” as they call it
some days I just I with that I had more
I’d drown myself
some days I want to drive so far
and never come back
I-95 was calling just the other day
I trade Love and hate for the DOR
for placing temptation so temptingly close to me
all I get is this break upon my back
my spine all shattered all cracked
like you were my unborn angry half-son grandson
leaping from crack to crack
why did you break my back?
I have a complex forming
much more tangled than chaos
Freud and Hawking together
couldn’t get more than 2 + 2 out of me
so convoluted so backwards
I can see myself through my own snapped back neck
so much light from the ones who try
pushing their thumbs in the crack
to uncrease me
I’m not as much as they see
I don’t quite see what they see
I don’t quite see what you see in me
all I get is this break upon my back
my spine all shattered all cracked
like you were my unborn angry half-son grandson
leaping from crack to crack
why did you break my back?
I build an escape of miles and miles
never quite going the distance required
for me
we pose for our pictures
we build our blocks up so high
we all are ashes ashes
ashes all fall down
we all jump through the numbered squared
we all used the very same words for each other
(ashes ashes we all fall down)
we all climb
we all climb
and break our spines
all I get is this break upon my back
my spine all shattered all cracked
like you were my unborn angry half-son grandson
leaping from crack to crack
why did you break my back?
© 1999 rob Hinkal