Jon Edward Walker
From A Distance - Poem by Jon Edward Walker
a million lives I’ve lived
on a single path
each stranger’s eyes I touch,
a new experience.
each thought a temporary reality
I read you
I know you
I know where our future would lead
but I’ve never met you,
I don’t know your name
my life is a coloring book without black lines;
skydiving, my chute won’t open
but I land my mountain bike
at the perfect angle
to survive impact with the mountain
I race and leap at speeds impossible
back to where I am now
and I jump on the raised bench of concrete
and twirl as I walk forward
The lawyer walking into the courthouse now,
I sell him cocaine.
He doesn’t know I’m fucking his wife.
I’m trapped in the office
3 floors above the street
8 hours a day
40 a week
I hate my job,
hate my life.
I envy that young man
outside my window
spinning circles in front of the courthouse.
A million lives I live
from a distance
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