Go Only Forward

by Steve Mitchell

Me, there I am, a young man, right out of the service, awake and in bed, awake and in pain.

I want to be shot from a canon, a circus canon, shot high and hard, my eyes flattened and my spine compressed, my future compressed.

Faster and faster, go fast fast faster, faster than thought, faster than chaos, and I don’t care where I land, some net or whatever, landing is for later.

I just want to fly.

I just want to sleep.

 

a pigeon
measures my distance
with one eye

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© Steve Mitchell 2014

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