The Walk with Subtitles

It’s a winter come early,
On my way home, well house,
Light poles, tinkling like bells,
Boots stomping and hands clapping.

All animals mechanical, on the screen,
Change the channel before I close my eyes.
At the dinner table, or at the locksmith,
We all try to get inside, we’re locked out.

I am the one who is always plugged in.
Singing songs without sound,
Moving my lips without words,
I walk along acorn walkways.

Like a chicken with a rhythm,
I move my head back and forth,
The sound grabs me, and shakes me.
The lights drip and run, like my nose.

Kleptomaniac for ideas only,
At night where all the windows look in,
And I am walking alone, a stranger.
Unwelcomed is an understatement.

Dead bodies frozen in a puddle,
I feel his eyes and smile, that cold,
As I feel my face falling off,
I realize how much I miss a dear friend.