exit 37

sometimes i think about how easy it would be

to violently swing the wheel to the off ramp

and veer away in the opposite direction

through the briar and the buildings,

the litany of functions and tasks,

away from everyone and everything.


sometimes i think about the release.


to try out life as a complete stranger

in a vacant town


and mulch my voice

into that of

an old man


living for nothing


but music

and wind.