So Many Things That Never Worked

Running backwards,
chasing cars,
blaring music,
thousands more,
hot rush of smoke,
and a blinding fear:
the issues that
have led us here.
A limerick that
I couldn't sing,
a gift to you,
I couldn't bring,
a carrier pigeon
who dropped his note,
a cursing sailor
who lost his boat:
I am so many things
that never worked.
I jerked
and threw away
what wouldn't stay
or ran away
anyway.
Today,
on snowy fields
on back roads
in country lands
where promises bestowed
are daily broken
(my rightful token)
there are girls and boys
happily making noise,
and holding cold hands
and making grandiose plans.
My toes are numb
and my nose is red
and I'm swallowing truths
I never said.

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"Don't ask me nothin' about nothin'. I just might tell you the truth." Bob Dylan Outlaw Blues