The World's Gone Out

The World’s Gone Out.
 It stole my moleskin trilby
grabbed a beige Mack by the door
and scooted.
Leaving my dwelling
on the good times
of fourteen across,
pencilled in and near completion.
I sketched missing links on paper
got out of my brain
slid to the floor
and wandered about,
seeing things as they were
prodding past experiences into life,
and quizzing them
from my new freer perspective.
The world raced on,
and no one to stop me
I chased after it
sneaked through a window
and gazed back blurred
at a congealing mist
that crossed my essence,
as I ran moonward
Dancing unhindered,
empty as air
I smiled at the nothing I’d become.
Joking and talking to people
who couldn’t see me,
I bumped into another nobody
we hugged
the world stood still
and doffed my hat.

 Jerry Pike