Cobwebs

what you said to me caused

the walls of my chest to hurt

though my journey was planned since

my birth I know that I was not a

planned birth I arrive during a

throw down

between a bunch of fools and

some circus clowns

life prepared me for a showdown

cautiously and vicariously I move

through wilderness jungles

and underground terminals

the world is too noisy

to detect an escaping sound

i am  distinctively bound

by a certain attraction of action

nothing shapes me like words

waiting to be spoken as a token

marking the occasion with a keepsake

crispy rose pedals and empty champagne bottles

broken glass from broken mirrors

propelling dearly departed, broken hearted

reflections and backwards directions