It’s All Tunnel

[brynmawr1]

It’s All Tunnel

When there are no more surprises, 
other than seeing a friend or loved one’s face 
contort into an expression you’ve never seen them do before—  redundant, implicit, whatever
possibly after they’ve done a big sneeze  
or started to have a stroke— 
then maybe it’s time to kill yourself.

 
But of course, you won’t kill yourself,  hard stop
you’ve got a job to do and
You’ve got poems to write about 
about your tedious life and 
about your tedious observations about it.  again, implicit.
 
You’ve got a job to do.
 
Don’t kill yourself. 
Keep laying track for the tunnel.
It must be going somewhere. 
It must be heading to someone,
some brainless someone,
who’s going to say comma, em dash?
“I love you. I love what you do.”  This last stanza is inspired.

hey you,
this is your best post yet.  Also your last freebie in miscellaneous..  I don't know what your other nonsense posts are, but they don't serve anyone well.  Yet, I am wiling