Walking like a skull and bones man
with a peg leg.
Runs with limping abandon
hip joints scraping.
Obsessive compulsion to smell the roads.
Dust and rocks
Imbedded between his toes.
Knees bending back.
Fantasy eyes cannot see
the silver gleam of pain.
Another bumper of steel death
slams soundly into a shoulder.
Rolling, falling tumbleweed style
Low-crawl Belly-scrape to the porch
Hiding under planks of darkness
Fearing blue steel death
Through waves of disorientation
pain spoken with sharp teeth
green from the shadows
Coaxed back to reality carefully.
Carried indoors, fireman style
disgrace and shame rolling
inside pupil blown eyes.
Laid up in the dust under my bed.
Running again, like a truck with two blown tires.
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