paranoia

look behind

you now

there is

nothing but an

empty street

of moving tires

and sudden

stops and stop lights

starring you

in the eye

three times

look back three

times and i swear there

is something,

someone following me.

straight ahead

i look where

street lights

faintly light up

the sides of sad

buildings in distress

bodies are

stepping slowly

into a stilled night

of a photograph

plastered on my wall.

trashcans

tipped over

winds of worry,

un-calm

the tides are

heavy punches

practicing their

karate moves

on my stomach

look behind

nothing there

except the shadow

made from me.

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