Meet the maker
and she will meet you.
There is no half-waythis time. There is no choice
to wander
and decide later as you stroll along,
book in-hand, looking
for the next coffee shop to duck into.
There will be pain.
So, get ready.
Line all your horses up
at the starting gate
grab on
and brace for anticipation
and mud flying into your face
at every turn.
I know you can’t help but wonder
what it will feel like
giving yourself up
under florescent lights
splayed out like a cactus in the sun
burning in the day’s end.
You can’t help but want to feel
masochistically
every inch of heat
depart from your body,
a canopy of faces hovering over you
waiting
as you call out for air
with the most intense urge
to jump off this beast of a ride.
There is no going back.
© 2012 d.c.p.
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