| Flicker I'm Dorothy asking directions from scarecrows Lost in splinters of straw houses Taking breaths that shatter in me like silence Behind eyes that are drawn curtains Around a car crash victim Hanging on by the threads of stitches and sutures Pushing the morphine button every ten minutes Numb and dumb and crying Eyes rolling Back and forth searching for the answer To a question Posed in a dream brought on by a lump in my head Caused by hitting too many brick walls In dark alleys of my failed escape Going insane Listening to static on a radio With a broken tuner Lost Caught in a coma of confusion With no one to listen or wonder who I am Where I've been Or what put me in this state, this fate Befallen to me so slow and permanent Dried stiff like cement And tread upon as such Given up A bastard child for adoption Screaming helpless in a basket on someone front porch Looking up from the whicker Hoping to see the porch light flicker above And a kind face to come replace the cold air And hard glares of responsability blinding me like the sun |