Aloft in the Eaton Canyon air, my arms wave goodbye
to the commercial airplane flying away.
Born to break by the corruption of mankind,
my innocent laughter then echoes below.
Craving profound connections,
I climb on.
Doomed to lose their lovers,
the hikers continue to pass me by.
still reign supreme in these woods.
I decide to dance.
Grey birds with three heads sing
decide to stop and watch me.
I never noticed the way their chins twitch
when they lie.
Jars of water are thrown
gave me moonshine.
Morbid thoughts from the hooch
flow through my head.
Nobody can see me this way, so I leave
the dancing scene.
On the condition that I never look back,
the birds follow me.
Pretty people from my past
Questions are yelled at me, but I promised the birds
I would not look back.
Running into the present moment,
I no longer suffer.
Stars begin to poke
through the darkening sky.
overshadows the mass.
now surround me.
Xanax pills from my pockets
are thrown into the dirt.
are heard in the distance.