Bif Naked

Sucking on a sucker
running down the alley
away from worthlessness.
It's dusk.
The lovely, pink sky eggs me on.
Thinking of you,
I roll this candy on my tongue.
I throw a rock in the air,
but it doesn't go anywhere.
(like my spinning wheels)
Reminiscent of this sugar lump,
it seems to be lodged in the centre of my throat.
Choking on the truth.
I thought it was my candy,
but I'm choking on the truth.
Discreetly I try to cough it out,
try to scream and shout.
Everchanging flights of ideas,
my life is surely
flashing right before my eyes.
You have a way. You startle me.
I laugh. I face reality.
This is a pill of strong will
and, as you intended,
so hard to swallow.
Choking on the truth.