Hypervigilante
HYPERVIGILANTE
I’m so scared, bound
To eyes like shifting lakes
Rippled by the sound
Of autumn rakes,
By conversations studded with posts,
Words that look back and glare,
Words that creak like old time ghosts
And rattle up the stair.
No one is innocent
Beneath the smile they hate.
My attention’s never spent
And I always calibrate
The distance to a stranger’s
Shadow creeping up the path,
The speed and time of danger’s
Crest and crash. Calculate the math.
This is how I make it home,
With a bomb and a metronome.
I love it!