I go I go

Poetry in my pocket and one worry too many in my heart
My feet take me
To smelly summer streets and unfamiliar blocks
I crawl I crawl
With tarnished nails and tired fingers
To the corner of a city of a life of the night
Of those kids at the edge of a parking lot hitting a metal pole with a piece of wood that probably fell from a tree probably
Of those cars turning however they like because there's no stop signs to protect stupid pedestrians at night
Of a dream of a feeling of this headache at the tip of my brain and this mind just waiting to be broken into tiny pieces of a spirit that once was
I walk I walk
Onwards and I'm sure that I'm sick or that I'll probably be sick pretty soon
And I don't feel all the streetlights of this big boulevard on my eyes
I just see
frenetic people sliding towards the inevitable end of things
To the turning and eternal world wide frenzy of the end, that comes time and time again
Always anew and surprising and mesmerizing and that look in the eyes of that one girl deep down in the metro
When I couldn’t find the right words even though I didn't know the right words
But it felt like I should
Or those other eyes, that I know so well but are so mysterious still
Unattainable, but lovable still
Of blue and green and red and a bit of orange and somewhat black
My steps take me back to a moment
This moment
The streets are smelly
Poetry sits uncomfortably in my pocket
Images run through my blinking eyes
Sound passes over my ears
Those cones circling the corner of the walkway
This is a night like any other in a city like no other
And still I move forward
I run I run
In search of words
And emotions and memories and enlightenment and sour feet and fun and the space between words
Silence
Complete mind numbing silence, that purifies the soul and frees the body and destroys the heart and the artillery
As the air is saturated with sounds that once were and soon shall be again
The birds don't sing
The sky is not getting any bluer by the second
The sun is not about to rise