Poly Abuser (The Lonely Window Of Time) Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

jump.
just jump.
there might be
nothing.
there might be
everything.

jump.
just jump.
trade pills for
powders.
witness money
turn into dust.
one more
and i am done.

why not?
jump.
just jump.
but what about...?

soon
the aching
and familiar voices
can stop worrying.

why?
why do i do?
what else could i do?
how else should i do?

answers.
answers.
every one has an opinion
but
no one has an answer.
no answer.

none. one? none.

you -
me -
i -
we -

exist in different worlds
fight in different wars
live in different lives

jump.
just jump.
the marketplace
has opened
i am off for bread and wine.

jump.
just jump.
the florist
has called
he said your flowers are ready.

jump.
just jump.
the chemist
next door
flew out of the window on fire again.

jump.
just jump.
the woman
in 12-b
committed suicide with sleeping pills.

jump.
just jump.
i never really knew her.

jump.
her groceries were light.
just jump.
she never had visitors.

the breeze feels good
and freezes my cold sweat.

the sidewalk below
lay like concrete arms.
suspiciously
inviting.

i decide to sit
and forget
the almost
incident.

i go in
for dinner.

another day...
not again...
which high this time?
none.
one? none. one?
none.
done.

just water for me, please.
don't worry, lady,
i can leave a
decent tip now.