Somewhere Long Gone Poem by Faith Wood

We folded ourselves into boxes,
packed up the picture frames,
tucked in the stands
You said, 'we made it all right'
but the duct tape is what
lays in your hands
So where is your voice?
Bursting at your lips corners,
intertwined with the radio waves
We dissect the colors from our bruises
and the marks left of egos
to distinguish the element that saves
But without reason there's just insincerity
and the paranoia on my breath-
I smell it with each exhale
A reminder of the baggage I laid
out on the porch steps for later
But 'later' came with a surplus of bails,
We live for excuses
and the times we can get away
So why not pack up and move on?
I'll seal up these belongings of mine
hoping they make their way
someplace by the sea, somewhere long gone