Marlboro Smooth?

there is wind,
there is traffic,
i go limp,
i have a headache,
but i walk high with squinted eyes
searching the horizon for a sign of life.
I want to see birds in V formation
like a child would draw when he gets impatient
on a picture of his perfectly square home
filled with a stick figure family.
I want to step below sea level, let my breaths
bubble up to the surface,
i see a red car pass, i think of you,
get nervous,
and duck behind the bushes outside the
convenience store.
This is a fact,
i cannot do that any more.
This is a truth,
i will continue to do what i
always do.