turned down two
one way streets
the wrong way
had a moving truck
nearly crush me
against the wall
of the parking garage
another almost hit me
on the highway

the sign
on the front desk
of my mind
says out
for terminal dissonance
too tired to function
unable to sleep
the near victim
of accidental suicide

out of focus
out of my mind
filled with emptiness
to near overflowing
drained
yet waterlogged
with saline streaks
running down
my unshaved cheeks