zen and suffering part incomplete (disappointment which is fruitful)

your road is so
rough you can’t help but
feel to blame. sorry,
you say you say
sorry. excuse me, you
say, sorry.

you do not want
anyone behind
you. curse, you
say, get from behind
me. they use you
as a gauge for their own
speed. they pull up
behind you and stay
there. curse, you say.

you close the
door lock the door
you forget. you
return to the door
you kick the door you
break the door in.
you ransack your home
you break out all the
glass you rip water-bearing
appliances and fixtures
you geyser water
up to ceiling back
down to floor. you
set fire to heaps of
your belongings.

you once liked to
share you once though
do you like this? you
once refrained from
sharing were antagonistic about
sharing, you won’t
understand this. you
once were indifferent about
sharing. indifferent
about understanding.

you cannot possibly
conceive of it. you
are overwhelmed by
the idea of parking
so you eschew the place you
set out for. you
keep driving. you
cancel all plans. you
keep driving. you
quit your job quit
your friends quit
your self. you
keep driving. you
feel yourself dry so
you puckered suck upon
yourself. you
give and take from
yourself simultaneously.
you keep driving.

the air is so
still it hums.
the air is so
quiet it it it
contains all
sound.