When I walk

When I walk
I look through the window of the world

Grubby little boys playing softball in the mud
Fat women on the beach, stuffing their faces

Lovers walking hand in hand, contented hearts
and an ancient form through the glass door

I wonder about that wizened visage
Is she watching me as I am watching her?

Another Eleanor Rigby, perhaps?
And whose face is she wearing today?

The thoughts are fleeting as my steps quicken
away from death, towards the gentle light

Where the grubby little boys are arguing
a double, or a triple?

And the fat women laugh as their cheeks jiggle
hamburger juice trickling down double chins

As the lovers gaze contentedly
into each others eyes
contemplating the universe

But I can still hear the sirens' song
the long sigh, the silent scream

and in my heart, my heaving heart
I know full well

I will return...