Drifting Aimlessly

Drifting aimlessly I have sipped the ladled blades in this cold chicken soup Set upon a table of just deserts on the far end of the horizon Spoon fed disappointments staining a multi-colored tie, hated for what it’s worth and only half as much for what it means Navigating a narrow hallway of slanted photographs, framed and fading Dripping down papered walls, torn designs, baseboard gatherings, stopping only for locked doors, weather worn carpets burning my hands and knees The spiral staircase teeters on its polished axis as I weave my way towards the furthest star, carbon copied desires on an unending page rolled and stuffed in my shirt pocket, mapping each pie slice step, counted and forgotten of crusted blueberry footprints…crumbs falling through celestial cracks, drifting aimlessly