Dark tunnels
pass
near
rather than
far
present
in
living
when
death
whereabouts
Inside
the head
purely
running around like a two-year-old
on a playground
screaming
loud
under a bleacher
Ahhhh!
Student to a teacher
A+,
plus, plus,
degrees
to the
cleverest
to shoot
for a forecast
life
from the hood
wishing
that they’re
little engine
that
could…
but,
never
overseas
never
overcoming
the stuck
in the yuck
like gum
overwhelmed
to be
scrape off
once
found
beyond dark
shadows
that follows
under pressure
walking.
Burdens
trapped
under
alligator skin
clamping
into
ways to get
into
a death roll
twirling
around
rough tidal waves
crashing
deep in
depths
to
sorrow
until
nothing
left
except
the burdensome
bullet
in my pistol.
