What's crazy, is

I know this sounds crazy but
sometimes I want to take a razor blade
and I won't tell you what I really want to do
except that it involves the shaving of heads
and the aerodynamics of a mohawk while fighting a freefall,
skin stretched plastic by the wind
it has to do with freedom and the shedding
of twenty-six years of pain
and I know this sounds crazy
but I want to run naked and screaming
into downtown traffic at rush hour,
red lights gridlock everyone stopped
lanes of people on cell phones staring
and sometimes I want to jump
off a thousand tiny tables in a day
just to say I did it , I did it
and what did it get me?

I'd still remember those twenty-six years-
twenty-six years I'd ( probably) do again.