One Day I Went Out Walking

One day I went out walking. 

    There was sleep in my eye 

and nothing better to do.

My reflection on the spoon, contorted.

I thought,

“What did I do with all of those dreams?”

One day I went out walking.

    I woke up with the sun

Stinging names on my back.

    Gossip fell from the trees, escorted

By the 

    Calls of the birds, in their unconscious streams.

One day I went out walking.

    In the lifeless streets I 

Knew nobody could see,

    Because nobody was there, escorted

By my 

    Rattling skull, like a faulty machine.

One day I went out walking. 

    The soles of my feet were

The only soles left, when

    My head kissed the ground, aborted.

I’d gone 

    Walking alone to the end, so it seems. 

One day I went out walking…