Death by riverside

— “what are you going to do in here,
I mean specifically,
when you stopped your car,
pulled over to the curbside,
any store or eatery you would entertain
or serves any business?
That’s the whole point,
you ain’t got nothing here,
no ties and no bonds.
The entire continent of America.
is about flow, its fluidity, that comes and goes,
is when time transpires and haunts you back.
You’ve served well sir,
you’ve served your time.
Now the flow just stopped and you have done your time.”

— “I have everything I had wanted in a swear from childhood,
it’s about time to kill myself.
The sky is shining blue with floating clouds of
definitive shapes,
nothing ambiguous but they disappear soon.
No stop sign erected every intersection,
but no danger presents too.
Is this really Clarksville? I cannot recognize her new Hot Pita.”

— “But the sight of the dilapidated wall and empty courthouse,
still warm and shining,
my desperate excitements arouse.
This must be the month of September,
downhill, I wish to lie by the river,
let no one finds my body,
so this may not end ever.”