A Ladder Will Reach You
Lonely and slouched, rocking in the chair
As my mind wanders aimlessly down a half lit alley
The heartbeat increases
My flurry leads me to a rural highway
Lonely and slouched, rocking in the chair
bottle of moonshine half empty next to the leg
I listen discreetly
to the runner rubbing the edge of the beaker
curious of the once in a lifetime note it creates
saddened as I attend to matters of the heart.
suspicious of the sound my sneakers make
on the slick blacktop,
leery of the lingering smell of tobacco
in the moist air
distressed by the district�s depreciating value
I quicken my pace at the thought of being stalked.
the eyesight sharpens
the sense of smell rises twentyfold.
Like a dream, this black and white world around me
is lucid and obscure
reveals to me in step by step macros
every footfall I�ve ever taken
the uncompromising consequences.
wooden ladders displace the mile markers.
Infinate and igher than skyscrapers
each numbered and named and weathered
each revealing a truth at its peak
only one reserves the rights
to your true locality.
I reach for the bottle
before returning to the ladders.