The post is called Dorothea
1531 E
She stands
Blue
Slightly rusted
I sit and look at her
Smile a little
Though that’s a stretch
He asks for foil
Jumps
Begs
This is not Kansas
Not really
People smile
Junk nod
On the yellow road
I bang my head
On the bread
Shelf
But it does not take me home
Or away from home
I erase all messages
There is nothing anyone can say
Not really
I am the cause
The effect
And the lack of solution
Nobody else is implicated
In this demise
I clutch onto Alice
Scour around for a Toto
Listen to the foil rustle
Upstairs
My tin man
No flesh
All ribs and leg bones
Running
Running
We wear down our shoes
Running to nowhere
Smiling at posts
Easier than waking up
Though we are wide awake
Inside
Behind the eyes
Inside the heads
So full they’re empty
Lacking the courage to feel our hearts
Thump
Slump
To the ground
We stand like posts
Rusting
Decaying
Blue.
