A Sad Day for Soles

Soles squeaky today/ souls squeaky today/ speaking/ I’m cursed- forever fortinbras/ challenged to tell a story/ never part of the plot/ forever reveling/ what happened to all the beers/ peace to the stress forgotten/ because by Friday I’m fighting my problems into the middle of next week/ speak for yourself when you whine, whimper/ somehow this feels like a simpler time/ tied to the loading dock/ bundles dumped into you lap/ pull the boots off sopping wet, sultry sound, and missile toes spoke off shots in the magical darkness/ plum lust darkness/ knowledge form self on cliff ledge stress/ regardless of late night jumpoff potential/ and the hollowness of the cold night/ squelch the police cb/ peace be to the hoodstiff Squanto figurine, pointclick/ baby, the jury’s been sequestered/ death calls but I’ve got caller ID/ and volcanic ash that freezes my now-again so you can never really find me/ find me out/ and the rain is leaking into my socks again