It's like life...

It’s like playing hide and go seek with the

Things that make sense

There they are on the surface

Then the tide shifts

And everything goes to static

It’s like the Chinese food that burns my tongue

I eat it for the nostalgia not for the taste.

It’s like the worn out shoes that step on a dime

And can tell you if its heads up.

We stand on the corner

Traffic blowing by

Step off the curb

Waiting for the right turn

Blink-blink don’t walk

Don’t run. Don’t move.

The next move

In the crosswalk

It’ll be the last one

That car

Blowing the light

Late for dinner

Late for life

Will cut you deep

Right there in the intersection

Cut you in half

Leaving the emblem of life

On your abdomen

Bleeding out

They don’t even turn on the siren.