last lunch.
last oasis,
last splinter of light.
before i make this leap from dream back into sleep,
from sleep back into bed,
from bed back into shoes
and walk the walk of nothing,
like as if i was a slinky on fire.
it will get me there,
and almost no one would notice
except that
i am a burning spiral of metal clanging down the hall!!!
what you looking at, fool?