Nomological Claustrophobia

If you won't let me jump from universe to universe, or even from planet to planet, the least I can do is jump from mind to mind. 

Next stop: Terry Pratchett. I'll be sure to send a postcard from Discworld. 

Lost Chances

I wonder what it is

that you see

when you look at me.

What is it that caught

your attention

and made you smile

and made you ask,

“What are you doing?”

What did you see?

Was it my pale blue eyes,

under long,

unpainted lashes?

Was it the curve of my lips,

smiling, perhaps seductively,

chapped from the winter wind?

Did the mysterious shadows

hide my frizzy hair,

falling out of its messy bun?

Did the loud street music mask

the obvious absence

of echoing heels?

Since my feet were clad in hot

pink

running sneakers.

Or perhaps it was a trace of

alcohol

in your system,

making you reckless

in your pursuit of fun.

Tell me truthfully:

If I told you

I was only walking home,

would you have stopped,

looked me up and down,

and offered to accompany me there?

But I’ll never know

what you saw

because I never gave you the chance.

I just shook my head,

no.

I kept the truth to myself:

I’m just walking home

alone.

Two Roads Diverge--Stop

Two roads diverge before me;

I know not which to take—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

So I split my consciousness in half,

and along both roads I—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

The left was filled with bitterness,

so to the right—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

Stopping was not an option,

so to the right I took.

But the left I hear a calling,

calling,

calling—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

Stopping was not an option,

so to the right I took.

I saw the leftern bitterness,

as I see the rightly loneliness—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

Stopping was not an option,

so to the right I took.

But now that I have chosen,

I see the loneliness ahead—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

Stopping was not an option,

so to the right I took.

But now that I have chosen,

my mind is filled with fear.

I have a plan:

I will turn back—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

Stopping was not option,

so to the right I took.

But now that I have chosen,

my mind is filled with fear.

I find myself a wonderin’:

what if left I'd been to take?

So I close my eyes

and teleport myself across—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

Stopping was not an option,

so to the right I took.

But now that I have chosen,

my mind is filled with fear.

I find myself a wonderin’:

what if left I'd been to take?

Because I cannot turn back time

and am forced forward to go,

I dig my heels into the dirt,

and

stop

stop—

Stop.

Two roads diverged before me;

I knew not which to take.

Stopping was not an option,

so to the right I took.

But now that I have chosen,

my mind is filled with fear.

I find myself a wonderin’:

what if left I'd been to take?

Because I cannot turn back time

and am forced forward to go,

I cannot do but trust

trust

trust

that this road will lead me home.