just ideas.

[adieuaudrey]

clip clop
and steady steps dash along
corridors and commerce
her steady stare fixed
on the counting stones
below
and
off color over-priced
patent leather heels
slide along

faux
marble
colored
floors

1,2,3,4

step
shuffle

here it begins, the madness
the looped sounds, over and over
like a cassette tape
thin warbling
from an out stretched
voice
strained
until it is
spit back
in your
face

thoughts of doubt,
self denial, immolation

half speed fan
whirls overhead
barely stifling
the unbearable

restructure and repress
those idyllic
memories
of days gone by
and days to come

and a cliche goodbye,
like a James Dean suicide