Footsore

A heartbeat should not sync with a turn signal

but I felt it.

Footsore found floundering,

I can’t help myself.

I don’t believe I sleep walk

or do such silly things.

Who knows?

I’m not conscious.

A hand violated my inner thigh

Syncopated choices leaves sediment in my eyes.

I believe it is a silt or a clay.

Bigger clasts - my eyes might water,

any smaller,

nothing gets through.

An ox head makes me feel at home,

but my street name just changed.

Seasons change too.

I’ve seen autumn.

G.B. Pongo