Words from Inside My Head

This is my park.

I have been here many times,

sitting by the side of the road

waiting patiently for Abandonment.

You will be riding him

following a route I’ve mapped out.

I drop to the ground, listening

for the sound of that faithful beast

as he rumbles toward me

carrying you

strapped upon his back.

If I lie here long enough

I will fade into the earth and

you might never know

how the hooves of the horse

I tied you to cut me so deep.

I will let you know.

 As I bleed silently underground,craftsmen will come and scoop me up

mistaking me for clay,

they’ll mold me into a statue.

I’ll stand over the

Tomb of the Abandoned Woman.

This is a dream come true.

People will come to look at me

and weep.

Photographs will be taken, 

Speeches will be made.

I may even make the evening news.

At dusk everyone will leave, 

I’ll see you walk off with a living woman,

Yet I’ll stand firmly there,

silent and abandoned, but not alone.

Pigeons will sit on my rigid shoulders

This could get messy. 

Quickly, I roll myself to the side of the road

and rise to my feet

Covered with dust.

You stop.

I am surprised you were never tied in, 

you are surprised I was lying in the road.

We release the horse

for now.

1980’s