I watch cars on the highway
from a bridge high above.
like fish, orange and red
slick with red and blue and green.
as you swallowed the world:
because you said you could
and nobody would stop you.
You couldn't help that the world
taken from the back cabinet of a school
where the pipes made you sick
so was it really your fault
they poisoned your heart, they say.
Nobody stopped you for the walls
which you chewed like chalk
which you gulped so greedily.
You always had a hard time with authority.
not when people told you to
not when you puked blood on the nubbly carpet
not when you couldn't eat anything solid for a month
not when you fainted and seized just from standing
You called yourself a visionary.
when you hit the asphalt?
and push away the paramedics
and run with wounds gaping
waiting for flowers at a funeral
and a terrible quiet little grave
and nobody would remember
just like you always feared?
You were so scared of being forgotten.
You always said you were.
when the world did not swerve
but the ground was not merciful
like you always hoped. The asphalt
cut your lungs, the tyres
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I sling my backpack over my shoulder
and walk. My exhale clouds the air
as more fog to join the haze
and I find myself standing
against the blackness of the world.
- Stygian Blue (https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/watching-from-the-city)
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