...and i feel marginal

ashes fall down

            like leaves from a tree

            like lemmings off a cliff

            like babies from a womb

it piles up on the ground

            like cars on the Deegan

            like lips on glasses

            like dirt on coffins

it brushes against my naked face

            and I feel unhappy

            and I feel combustible

            and I feel pious

sometimes.

it reminds me of a life left unfinished

            like 5-star sudoku puzzles

            like going out of business furniture stores

            like old blogs that haven't been updated since 2004

a breeze takes the ash up in the air

and it comes to life in the form of

segmented lines and

I gaze in bewilderment

but it always comes back - it always does

            like hamsters to their wheel

            like dogs to peanut butter

            like karma to bad people

I know for sure it will -

            and I feel unwanted

            and I feel marginal

            and I feel content

sometimes.