familiar celestial panorama…

“paranoia”

i slowed down,
choosing to spend the day
chasing
down bullet proof jackets,
or something like that,
normalize the breathing,
bring down the pulse.

what weren’t quite gunshots
echoed off what wasn’t
quite the door. nobody
should ever be knocking like
that.

quick & dirty
clean-up tends to follow;
pressure cooker philosophy
due to the manner of arrival.
i don’t set the rules,
just tryin’ to evade them.