FOLLOW

FOLLOW

I write
streaming live
scarring myself with
every pen stroke
as I do so

inadvertent self-exposure
sheer torture

navigating a ball and
chain spiked Medieval landscape
(how the dark
moments in our
history
cannot wait to return!)

what started as
cosmic irony
back-sliding, mutating
(openly) into
cosmic horror

as in
painful slo-mo
text allows itself, demands
to be weaponized

as was always threatened
as we started to think,
write, talk
in this most unforgiving of ways

as you walk
around me here
monitoring my footsteps
desperate not
to appear as some or other
poor
lost soul

and yet
you can take this anywhere
fly away
with whatever message
gleaned
or just follow