Going

I never had anything to lose.

Music is time turning itself inside out.

My head aches. Am I crying?

The stranger frowns and I don’t know

Scared to breathe. I wonder how

I am going to die. In my head I see

The story of my life playing over and over

Every time my fate is painful, my existence

Shattered, fearsome death says, “Come on down.”

I was the one running down the street. A man

chasing me, telling me to come back. I’m so tired.

I want to feel your body against mine, telling me to stay

“Listen,” you say, “they made Blues music for people

who aren’t happy and don’t want to go home. You don’t

have to leave, you don’t have to cry, let the guitar do it for you.”

No one is lost and everyone is running away.