have you seen me

i’ve put my face on milk cartons across the country, stapled to telephone poles that serve no use in this modern wireless age

lost in the poor reception of polluted airwaves, filled with digital signatures and trademarked registers

have you seen me

the sour faced fool with a chip on his sore left shoulder, his heart on his sleeve, his mouth working faster than his mind can maintain

false identity, double indemnity, interred, revered for the broken, reserved for the passion that flows like lava over a landfill

if you see me

just look away, long glances will draw him closer and the sickness is contagious, the illness is parabolical and pathological

he probably knows where he is going, if not the landmarks are ever changing, the winds push and pull like a broken door