hellocentral

i'm feeling somewhat regicidal
today and tomorrow i might just let it go
let it crash and burn all the way
down the stairway thrown like a
neatly folded paper airplane
or a discarded and unwanted
shiny tiny watermelon seed
fold it in threes-
you, i, and me
like a triptych of disease
coming out from dimension two
and threatening number five
but never know the show
that falls below the radar in your mind
and never know the gold dust that blows
in long sparkling streaks across the sky
and never know the show that plays
behind the red curtain closed
behind the heavy doors locked and bolted
and the empty chairs folded up in rows
and never hear what i'd wanted to say to you
before it blew away out of view
unrescued, unconsidered, conservated
proactively manipulated
by forces that fancy themselves
greater than our own
and never know the bomb that never exploded
on a town that never incorporated
in a world we'll never call home
where the unfelt presense of some
poor lost soul or energy
floats forever,
cold and alone. cold and alone
and totally unknown to me.