this
incessant
mania
makes the
end of
the world
into a
joyride

my pulse
thumping
along to
the clack
of the
warped old
wooden boards
clack
clack
clackclack
clackclackclackclack

in the ashes
of home
a tired
metronome
persnickety
in stubborn
refusal to
accept
the lonesome
rhythm doesn’t
have quite
the same soul

if i hit one
more
loopdeloop
i am
unbuckling
my harness
for that
brief second
of zero g

feel free
to high five
my corpse
om the next
rotation

the ride only
ends one way
a broken body
nestled in
undelivered
i love yous
buried beneath
every prayer
left unanswered