Black Walls

I walk through
black walls
my mind a freight train
tearing through
empty parks and
vacant lots
 
I’m in an alleyway
The graffiti art
spells my name
in big black, venomous
script
I see myself
on the edge of the brick
buildings
surrounding me
 
I’m riding the train
It goes straight
to an omen
that spells turmoil
in rancor
and spit
 
I keep screwing up
Everything goes to shit
The walls collapse
around me
as I pogo my way
through existence
 
Living on the edge of
a world
that’s gone mad
I thwack my head
on the bars
and kick spiderwebs
into the abyss
 
Waking up confused
as blissful as it is
I find my way
in a nutshell
devoid of purpose
 
Ambitionless
I’m on another
freight train through
my head
 
The alleyways get
derailed
by my thoughts and
ponderings
 
The park is on fire
The convenient
store is vacant
 
I caught the bus
to another
abandonment