Crash Dummy

Potholes like

weeping ulcers on the streets,

the cold against his skin

as though it had teeth.

The icy hands of missing pictures

gnawing his bare neck,

vampiric leeching thoughts,

body left unprotected.

Hazy futures

trudging over like

jailers

jangling keys,

twirling fingers,

celebratory smirks

and gambler’s fallacies,

we might just escape next time.

Weak at the knees,

he’s

drifting, drifting, drifting

towards a question mark.

Each texture undefined and

behind them just more mystery,

unaware of his own history,

you and me,

our heaving bodies,

barely breathing

our thoughts, leaking into one another

forming something new,

something unique,

tangled into an inexplicable shape,

abstracted

nothing,

something, clinging onto another

seemingly

bleeding out.

Fall into the gaps,

feel nothing in the process,

feel it all and crumble,

crash dummy abandoned,

the bars become more solid,

more vivid than before,

tangled

beneath the blue,

came home to a pile of ash,

chose the concrete cell

for solace,

adjusted,

and tangled.