Window taughts

by Mark

Do you ever look out windows
saying I’m gonna jump.
Wave my hands,
flutter kick my legs
and soar out;
living a wet dream
without the awkward clean up.

Leaving this place
going wherever, whenever.

If I happen to fall, exhilarating feelings
will tingle till I tackle concrete.
A corvette swerving,
speeding down lanes
straight into the wall
growling its muscles at it all.

What feelings knowing its over
pop into my head;
ping-ponging for the
5.3 seconds I got left?
Is it a face I see,
whose face?
Or just a drool of fucks.
No one will hear.

-Mark J