It's too late to taste this chicken

I thought of lovely things,I thought of spring,
I thought in neon chalk
it projected silly silhouettes 
all over the sidewalks

I walked.

I kept a few things in mind
as I briskly walked in lines
reciting the poems
I currently
wished to be the anthem
of my time.

I shuffled along
watching my feet
disappear in illustrated waves
I was etching in sea foam blue.

I'm not sure how I ended up here
but this is not how it ends
a town beckoning me
with jolly bells
and brick walls
years of the same people
being
and
seeing
the same people
have started breaking these bricks down.
& the bricks have turned to dust
and it is starting to rain.
The dust of the brick
is now blood in the streets.
I step in puddles
with open toed shoes
With
a populated
ghost town
lights and
pizza places
with bricks
and bricks
and bricks
I don't mind having cold feet.
I shouldn't be here.
I don't blame my feet.
I don't blame the bricks.
they have-
just like-
I have-
seen this same town
in every light.

But this night,
was a picture
painted by me.
Inspired by an overwhelming desire
to see if lights could still glow
the farther I disappeared down the rabbit hole.
 I saw strangers
and they gave me more hope
than dangers.
they fed me stories
like before-dinner treats
they had no reason to lie
and no reason to tell the truth.

I snuck their wisdom
hid it
underneath my pillow case
and cried for what I thought I had known.
I played the worlds smallest violin
for myself
then remembered when 
I lit my own violin on fire.

I remember hanging that violin up
and calling it art.

I remember finding out
that was rather subjective.

And the word I was searching for
was in fact, "Angst"

Back then,

I lit up revelations.
I hid in abandoned cars.
I slept where I landed.
I slept where my love landed.
I kept all my things in two bags.
I relied on
anyone
who would listen.
I kept my visions in a vile
and I wore that vile around my neck.
I pledged allegiance to the night.
 &
Euphoria took place
everywhere.
& 
bricks
were still sturdy.

As I thought of lovely things.
I thought of spring,
I thought in neon chalk
I painted all over the sidewalks
& walked.
I kept a few things in mind
as I walked that line
reciting the poems
I currently
wished to be the anthem
of my time.