Passing

Wheels turning clockwork
Trying to keep keep up with the
Spinning spinning car tires the passing passing
Street signs
Cruise control
Constant stress
Trying to hold the fall apart in
But you need it,
You need the slow spinning
Street-dancing wet eyes
Unwind
Oh water, come in,
Water drown drown this
Mechanical breath the tick tick tick
To-do list train tyranny
That turns the stomach acid
Leaves that death in your mouth
And your head with that
"Who am I now?"
Help me to die,
Help, help me.

There's a cardinal on the wing
I hear his spirit beckoning
But don't see
Far too busy flapping flapping
Tongues and paged itineraries
To ever take wing
My heart is mockingbirding me
Singing the songs of concrete
The blues of lonely streets
I am a sign on the LA freeway
Everyone passing a stick man in a
Lexus cage hoping for crash or
Some community
Bumper to bumper and
I seem out of step
Asked you to dance long after the fact
No place to get a waltz in edgeways
Even in passing
Passing cathedrals, crossing
Passing through waters, dying
Passing, last rights, hail Marys
I am a wide receiver staring
Into the lights of
Space looking for spark
And new pace
Something more like the beat beat
Of growing grass or rocky streams
A steady pulse, a metronome
Of synchronicity.