when you broke the glass
and went over and out
floating over the town
too small for your soul
where did you go
with your Grandpa Joe?
by now, Joe has passed
his shoes you stepped into
but where have you gone
where did you run off to
where did you escape to
[too big for this world]
currently—there are men
with their backs turned to us
occupied with more important things
quills that pen Old English
half crazy and half deaf
operating by a clock with only minute hands left
if, by chance, you never come back
where does that leave us?
do the souls in our pockets
contain what we need?
an oddly shaped rock
meant to be returned
the action was simple—
a turn at the door
a rubiks cube already solved
in the palm of your hand
set on the table
life—everlasting
so shines
a good deed
in a
weary
weary
world
we are in a weary world
Charlie
and it should be easy
to escape
but here we are waiting
for your return