U-TURNED…360 PENCiLED, THiNNED LBS?

ALL AWAiTiNG ROOMS NEXT TO ME WAiTiNG BY RUNWAYS ON YOU (i had pasta…a beer…H20…wrote a poem, but not this, while prose played out all around me?):

TOO FAST WE DiE?

SUCH SLOW WHiTE LiES WE TELL OURSELVES WHEN WE'RE HUNGRY FOR HOME, BUT WAY TOO TiRED TO WALK...

AWAY? RUNTS…STRAYS?

TODAY, TOO SLOW...A TAiL-WAGGiNG TALE TOLD jUST iN THE NiCK OF…

A WEiGHED TiME?

A LOST RHYME LEAViNG NO DOUBT SOLSTiCES COME BY WAY OF PROPHET-LiGHT SOCKET-FORK-HOLE FOODS FOR AND FROM MOUTHS MiNUS THE SOOTHSAYER’S GRACE…BACKWARDS...A MENU-MiSSiNG RiB PiGGiNG OUT ON AN APPLE BEFORE GRAViTY AND GRiLL, POKER AND PRiDE BROUGHT US DOWN…ALL OF US ALMOST ES-CAR-GO?

WE EAT WHAT WE ARE? BUT, WHAT OF THEY AND THEM AND TiNY TiM…WE ARE WHAT WE EAT…MEETiNGS MADE FOR US, BY US…FOR US?

WHAT…ABOUT…THEM? TOO LOST TO WiN EVEN THEiR OWN SOUL LET ALONE A BOWL OF SOULS KNOCKiNG ON AND KNACKERED AT HEAVEN’S DOORS.

"WELCOME HOME, STRANGER."