Cracking and Crying, Skipping all the Way.

Fight the sighing echos of ghosts that whisper in my ear. I'll slide across the wormy and leaf-rotted sidewalk into a bright place, luminous and distracting.

A loud mechanical voice will boom in my ear, causing what I imagine cascade failure looks like to a machine as the color explodes and drips down my eye/brain.

Once again to the sidewalk. Hop over that syringe, it'll sting you. Swerve past that refuse, it'll stain you.

Walk again. Press buttons. Get confused. Press more buttons. Finally give up and dial the number on your phone.

Is this the stairway to heaven? Or just another elevator shaft to fall down, perhaps. But I feel so unencumbered and unbound. How new.