suspended

Unfamiliar tastes

in that hole in your face.

Sweating palms,

I

can

hear

my

heart

beat

the vibrations inside, a melting metal, a boiling pot

roasting

rotten meats,

an unseen monster,

insatiable, unsociable,

hidden.

(...)

I’m suspended in the back seat.

And something unknowable is driving,

a shadow, a distant form,

untouchable, ungraspable,

my rasping breaths

my incessant wheezing,

i’m suspended in the back seat,

there are strings around my wrists and

I’m suspended in the back seat,

there is blood still

on the boulders,

history heavy on these

creaking shoulders

I’m suspended in the back seat,

where once they rode on horseback

with flesh heavy on their minds,

I’m suspended

in the back seat,

suspended within a death trap,

watching helplessly

i’m suspended in the back seat,

my heart beat

POUNDING still suspended

in the back seat,

cracking leather

diminished by age, by

time

a clicking somewhere, far ahead,

suspended in the back seat

as we hurtle towards

a great,

certainly bloody

unknown,

and in the face of all

of that obliteration,

I sit, silent,

watching on helplessly

trying to ignore

the blatant pains,

trying to ignore the screeching screams,

trying to ignore the pleas for help,

making my excuses, turning my head

quietly aware they’ll soon all be dead,

my body weeping out its putrid sweat,

I’m sitting here suspended

in the back

mind flooded, not far

from a heart attack

looking out through tinted windows

at a crumbling world

counting through my money, a healthy load

sense those unfamiliar tastes, bodies float down the road

your mouth filled with blood, more great unknowns,

your life nothing more than all that you own,

suspended, isolated, you’re all alone,

blood on your hands but can’t atone

but you know that when you say ‘can’t’

it just means you won’t

a blurred and distant form

careening down this heaving road

a path long since paved,

you’re bleeding, on your own,

a path to a burning world,

you’re on your own,

a path to what you deserve,

you’re on your own,

held captive in your habits,

you ought to change

but you won’t.