Cutting Edge Flight

I wave goodbye

standing at the top of a building,

vultures gliding waiting for my morsels.

I skip ropes of my ambivalence,

rip off your crimson bandage of hatred,

throw it to the soaring currents.

I look down to see the damp rocks

in the onyx river of concrete,

pore over my life of closed zippers.

I take a running leap -

the toes of my shoes catch

on the edge of all I have lost.

Flashlight gripped tightly in my hand

spotlights the hopeless leap

of no tomorrow.

The elevator of my existence

wings downward in a spiral

as a little semblance of me

floats above rubbernecking

in abject fascination of

cutting edge flight of no return.

Inundated by contradictions

I can’t turn back from intimacy

of cancelling my reality.

I do it for you, I say!