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“Someone’s Mistake”
He had this
weird feeling
since late last
week
that somehow
he had cheated
death
someone along
the way
had screwed up
fallen asleep
at the wheel
was negligent
in checking
all the necessary
boxes
to initiate
his demise
letting him slip
through the cracks
and fall back
in
among the living,
someone must have
made a mistake
allowing his continued
grasp
on a life
that everything about
now seems wrong
like he shouldn’t
exist
constantly looking
behind himself
to see if
he really has
a shadow
trailing behind
him,
unable to shake
the feeling
like he stepped
into a temporary
pause
stuck in the
in-between
waiting for the
Langoliers
to catch up
and devour
their error
make right
this overlooked
miscalculation
in bookkeeping,
he tilts his
head
and stares into
the sun
this whole week
it’s light has
felt filtered
without any color
harsh and bare
like a lone
bulb
on a shade less
lamp
no texture
in the rays
broadcasting out
striking his skin,
he dials up
his music
the “Adolescents”
are up front
in the que
an Orange County
punk band
from the 80’s
but today
the sound is
lacking,
flat,
devoid of all
energy
the beat
somehow off
broken,
he turns his
stare
from the sun
the music
absently pounding
in his head
as he walks
onward
into a day
where he knows
he doesn’t
belong,
letting his mind
think back to
the last time
he saw her
late last week
under the same
desert sky
as he was
delicately balanced
on the tips
of her toes
bringing up her
lips
to passionately
kiss
those of his
best friend
her body taunt
and muscles tight
looking so
beautiful
trying to get
every inch of
height possible
out of her
petite frame
to prolong
her moment
with him
struggling to keep
her lips
pressed against
his
both sharing
the same shadow
while blocking
out
his summer sun,
he could feel
all of the
color
in his world
drain away
as he stood
there,
leaving behind
a black
and white
landscape
with varying
shades
of grey
in its place,
living in a
crossword puzzle
wandering from
squares of white
nothingness
into boxes filled
with black
emptiness,
he looked behind
himself
hoping not to
see his shadow
wanting to find
it
slowly dissolving
away
before his eyes
letting him know
that the universe
was finally gaining
on him
repairing the rip
in the fabric
of time
that he had
slipped through,
his body
catching up to
his heart
the same heart
that died
that day
late last week
under the same
desert sky
as her…
Tom Allen…12-28-2018…
He had this
weird feeling
since late last
week
that somehow
he had cheated
death
someone along
the way
had screwed up
fallen asleep
at the wheel
was negligent
in checking
all the necessary
boxes
to initiate
his demise
letting him slip
through the cracks
and fall back
in
among the living,
someone must have
made a mistake
allowing his continued
grasp
on a life
that everything about
now seems wrong
like he shouldn’t
exist
constantly looking
behind himself
to see if
he really has
a shadow
trailing behind
him,
unable to shake
the feeling
like he stepped
into a temporary
pause
stuck in the
in-between
waiting for the
Langoliers
to catch up
and devour
their error
make right
this overlooked
miscalculation
in bookkeeping,
he tilts his
head
and stares into
the sun
this whole week
it’s light has
felt filtered
without any color
harsh and bare
like a lone
bulb
on a shade less
lamp
no texture
in the rays
broadcasting out
striking his skin,
he dials up
his music
the “Adolescents”
are up front
in the que
an Orange County
punk band
from the 80’s
but today
the sound is
lacking,
flat,
devoid of all
energy
the beat
somehow off
broken,
he turns his
stare
from the sun
the music
absently pounding
in his head
as he walks
onward
into a day
where he knows
he doesn’t
belong,
letting his mind
think back to
the last time
he saw her
late last week
under the same
desert sky
as he was
delicately balanced
on the tips
of her toes
bringing up her
lips
to passionately
kiss
those of his
best friend
her body taunt
and muscles tight
looking so
beautiful
trying to get
every inch of
height possible
out of her
petite frame
to prolong
her moment
with him
struggling to keep
her lips
pressed against
his
both sharing
the same shadow
while blocking
out
his summer sun,
he could feel
all of the
color
in his world
drain away
as he stood
there,
leaving behind
a black
and white
landscape
with varying
shades
of grey
in its place,
living in a
crossword puzzle
wandering from
squares of white
nothingness
into boxes filled
with black
emptiness,
he looked behind
himself
hoping not to
see his shadow
wanting to find
it
slowly dissolving
away
before his eyes
letting him know
that the universe
was finally gaining
on him
repairing the rip
in the fabric
of time
that he had
slipped through,
his body
catching up to
his heart
the same heart
that died
that day
late last week
under the same
desert sky
as her…
Tom Allen…12-28-2018…