I Should Be Going

Gray sky unveils no discernible demeanor
for me to imitate so I keep facing straight ahead
at the unfettered frosted curb still snowing

obscuring my tracks though melted flakes gain
no traction on cracked embouchure as we were
building ourselves up for another dumb show

too smart for low roads too crooked for high
ways subletting trick decks exceptionally fickle
with our expectations accosting guessing

hostage or else dealt in by knowing even
if the doorbell descended as an arachnid
kiss and I could live forever oblivious

who'd want that subsiding upside-down
like a bat rejecting moonshine sterilizing eyes
with darling winged wash of fruit flies

you see I never embarrass my loneliness
or burden my buried sighs so thank you for
making this room and all but now is the time