exit 37

in

sometimes i think about how easy it would be

to violently swing the wheel to the off ramp

and veer away in the opposite direction

through the briar and the buildings,

the litany of functions and tasks,

away from everyone and everything.

 

sometimes i think about the release.

 

to try out life as a complete stranger

in a vacant town

 

and mulch my voice

into that of

an old man

 

living for nothing

 

but music

and wind.